#i will no doubt embarrass myself tonight

[doublestandardlove]

comphet is going to be the death of me T-T

it's clawing at my neck trying to convince me that i have a crush on my co-worker... like. shawty, what?

"he offered to help you clean up a spill !!"

"he told you to come to him if you had any questions !!"

"he gave you some of his nuggets from chick fil a !!"

okay maybe you've got a point ... NO- leave me aloneeee please T-T i get it, we're desperate, leave him out of this

[mywritersmind]

THE MOST GORGEOUS - LN4

summary : Lando is convinced he’s found the love of his life during media day, embarrasses himself, and can’t stop flirting!!

listen up : flirty lando! pretend it rained in zandvoort🫨

word count : 616

“Carlos!” I hear the voice before I see him, and he definitely doesn’t see me because as he slides into the room he looks directly at his friend, “Carlos! Did you see that reporter!? Fucking hell, She’s the most gorgeous woman i’ve ever seen! And I saw her completely rage at-”

He spots me then.

I’m sitting in a corner, watching him talk about me. I have to say, My ego is extraordinarily boosted. His hands slap down to the side of his body, his eyes going wide.

I can’t help but laugh, “Hi.” I say, glancing at Carlos who’s already cracking up.

Lando puts his hand on the bridge of his bandaged nose, clearing his throat, he hesitantly looks back up at me, “Hello.”

“You know, I prayed for something comical to happen today! Thank you so much, mate!” Carlos slaps his friend on the back before making his way out, shaking his head at me, “See you!”

“Um…” Lando swallows, “Would you believe me if I said I wasn’t talking about you?” I’m normally not so self centered but I really believe he is talking about me.

“I saw you get escorted into the ‘no press’ area…” He nods, his lips in a thin line, “I was also the only woman in the media pen.”

“Right! Of course.” He leans his arm against a chair, using the other one to motion at me, “Well… Nice job yelling at Vowles.”

I smile and stand, pulling my skirt down a bit, “He deserved it.” I shrug and grab my purse and paddock pads.

“No doubt.” He watches me walk past, “Wait!” I turn and tilt my head, “Would you want to- get coffee?” he looks nervous.

“No… sorry.”

At this, he looks shocked at my blatant refusal, “Uh… That’s alright. Hey! I never got your name.”

I nod, “True.” I walk out and I hear him call after me.

“I’m Lando! By the way!”

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“Great race today, Lando.” I say into the microphone as the man stands in front of me. He’s sweaty and holding onto his water for dear life.

I’ve never seen his eyes so blue. Not that I’ve seen much of him in person… I’m new to the interviewer game, made my way up slowly, “Easy to do well when I know you’re watching.”

He just won Max’s home race and apparently winner Lando is a very flirty being. I raise a brow, “How will you be celebrating tonight? Big party?”

He runs his hand over his mouth, “Nah… looking to hang out with someone special.” Is he… asking me out? Now!?

I clear my throat, trying to stay professional, “Sounds Lovely.”

“Hopefully it will be! If she says yes.” He’s looking directly into my eyes, my cheeks feeling hot.

“Mmm who would say no to Lando Norris?”

He licks his lips, “I know one person.” I shake myself out of it, remembering the camera facing him and the mic in my hand.

“So! I’m assuming you're pleased with tyre management today? Pretty wet track, Is that harder or more fun?”

His mouth pulls into a slow smirk and I know i’m doomed, “Prefer it wet after a few boring races.” He shrugs and I roll my eyes because I know what he’ll say next, “Quite slick today but nothing i’m not used to.”

His media manager taps his shoulder, letting us know time is up, “Have a good day celebrating, Norris.”

“Appreciate it, Y/n.” He winks and turns around. I sigh and turn the other way, praying my cheeks will cool down.

He knows my name.

[aventurineswife]

Sunday had always carried himself with an air of calm detachment, but tonight, in the quiet stillness of the Astral Express, there was something different in his demeanor. The weight he usually bore with stoic grace seemed to dissolve, leaving only a man—flawed, yearning, and far too human.

The private quarters were dimly lit, the golden glow of his halo casting shifting shadows on the walls. You stood before him, uncertain but unable to look away as his gaze—those irises marked by navy pupils—lingered on you with a rare intensity. His wings twitched, feathers ruffling slightly, betraying the emotions he fought to contain.

“You don’t have to stay,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, like a breeze carrying secrets. But even as he said it, his hand lingered at your wrist, his thumb brushing against your pulse.

“And leave you like this?” you whispered, tilting your head. “Sunday… I want to stay.”

His composure faltered, and for a moment, the mask slipped. His lips parted as if to protest, but the words died before they could form. Instead, he took a slow step closer, the soft fabric of his scarf brushing against you as his proximity stole the air between you both.

“Then let me be selfish,” he said, the words trembling on the edge of a plea.

His hands cupped your face with a tenderness that felt almost reverent, his touch as light as the flutter of his wings. When his lips met yours, it was hesitant at first, like a man unsure if he deserved this solace. But as you leaned into him, matching his hesitance with quiet assurance, the kiss deepened, blossoming into something neither of you could deny.

The warmth of his body pressed against yours, the energy of his halo crackling faintly in the charged air. His gloves were cast aside, and the bare touch of his hands trailing down your sides sent a shiver through you. Each caress felt deliberate, a silent promise carried in every movement.

“Tell me,” he whispered against your lips, his breath mingling with yours. “Tell me this is real. That I’m not lost in a dream again.”

“It’s real,” you assured him, your fingers tangling in his hair. “I’m here, and so are you.”

His forehead rested against yours, golden eyes searching yours for any hint of doubt. Finding none, he exhaled, his tension melting into something softer, more vulnerable. He guided you to the bed with a gentleness that spoke of a man afraid to break something precious, every touch imbued with a care that made your heart ache.

Under his touch, the world fell away, leaving only the two of you—no past, no guilt, no lingering pain. Just Sunday, unguarded and whole, and you, willing to show him he could be loved not as a symbol or savior but as himself.

And in that quiet night, amid whispered confessions and shared warmth, Sunday allowed himself to believe it.

Please don't check the tags, I'm too embarrassed at myself... 🧍‍♀️😔🙏

[fawnme1]

BETWEEN TAKES AND GLANCES || ARTHURTV

summary; you were never meant to be apart of arthur’s videos — you were the friend behind the camera.

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

The first time you met Arthur, it wasn’t cute.

It was chaotic, awkward, and involved you accidentally walking into his shot while he was mid-rant about a “90 Day Fiancé” character who had, quote, “the emotional range of a cardboard box.” You’d been invited by a mutual friend to a small creator gathering, and you weren’t even planning to talk to him — he’d always felt slightly intimidating through the screen, all dry wit and sharp commentary.

But in person? He was more flustered than fierce. A bit clumsy. Sweater slightly wrinkled. Hair doing its own thing. Less of a Youtube persona and more of a real person who tripped over his own words when you asked what he did full-time.

That should’ve been your first clue.

It’s been more months since then. Now, Arthur’s flat feels like your second home. You’ve been there enough to know which cupboard hides the decent mugs and which one he always forgets to restock. You’ve sat through enough edits to recongise his sighs — the good ones, when a cut lands perfectly, and the bad ones, when he’s spiraling into self-doubt again.

You don���t talk about how often you stay late. How often he finds a reason to keep you around.

Tonight, he’s struggling with a camera angle, standing precariously on a chair because he insists on doing everything himself, even the tripod setup. You’re lying on the floor with your phone, recording his struggle purely for blackmail purposes.

“If you fall, I’m keeping this footage for your funeral montage,” you say, deadpan.

Arthur snorts. “You’re morbid.”

“Just efficient.”

He adjusts the mic one last time and hops down, barely catching his balance. “Right. You sitting in for this one or just watching me embarrass myself?”

You glance at the messy makeshift set: his usual corner, a ring light already making his forehead glisten slightly, the infamous background wall filled with chaotic thumbnails and odd podcards.

“I’ll sit in. Only to make fun of you, though.”

“You always say that.”

And you always mean it. Until the camera starts rolling, and you find yourself watching him — not mocking, not teasing. Just… watching.

There’s something magnetic about the way he slips into his commentary voice. Still him, but polished. You notice how his hands move when he’s passionate about a point. How his eyes flick toward you after a joke, checking to see if you laughed. Like your reaction is the only one that matters.

You don’t say anything. Not yet.

The shoot runs long. It always does, because he either talks too much or rewatches clips a dozen times “just to be sure.” You sit beside him while he edits, chewing on cold takeway and humming the outro music under your breath. He’s wearing an oversized hoodiee you’ve claimed as your favourite, even if he hasn’t noticed.

“You should be charging me for your company,” he says around a mouthful of noodles.

“I accept payment in oat milk and validation.”

“I’m fresh out of both.”

You nudge his leg with yours. “Liar. You’ve got loads of validation stored up in those YouTube comments.”

Arthur rolls his eyes. “Ah yes, nothing fuels the soul quite like strangers telling me I’m their parasocial boyfriend.”

“Could be worse,” you tease. “They could be calling you Daddy again.”

He groans, dropping his head into his hands. “I will never forgive you for bringing that up.”

You grin. But the smile doesn’t fully reach your eyes — because beneath all the laughter, something lingers. You’ve gotten used to this rhythm: close but never quite touching. Joking, always. Admitting nothing.

You wonder how long you can live in this in-between before it breaks you.

Later, long after the video’s uploaded and the leftovers are cleared, you find yourselves on his tiny balcony. The London air is cool and slightly damp, the way it always is at night. Arthur hands you a mug of tea and leans on the railing beside you, both of you silent.

You sip, let the quiet settle.

Then he says it.

“I think I’m scared I’m not good enough.”

You turn to look at him.

He doesn’t meet your eyes. Just stares out at the city like he’s talking to the skyline. “Like… people watch the videos and think they know me. And sometimes I wonder if they’d like the actual version. The one who overthinks texts and burns pasta and needs three hours to film a ten-minute video.”

You don’t answer right away.

Instead, you reach out and link your pinky with his. It’s small. Barely a touch. But his breath catches like it means everything.

“They’d be lucky to know you,” you say. “I already am.”

The next morning, he edits that episode down to twenty-two minutes. Somewhere in the background, your laugh slips in while he’s mid-rant. He considers cutting it. But he doesn’t.

Because you’re a part of this now. Not just behind the scenes, not just as a casual friend who sticks around too long. You’re woven into it. Into him.

The comments clock it instantly.

“why does arthur look happier??? like… softly happy??”

“was that HER laugh?? again???”

“blink twice if you’re dating the camera assistant.”

You both laugh it off. Pretend it’s nothing. You joke about soft launches and private relationships and how you’d never date a man who owns three half-broken tripods.

But your pinky still finds his every time you sit beside him.

And you wonder how much longer you’ll pretend.

The day it starts to change is a filming day, like any other. Arthur’s filming a reaction video with you sitting just off-camera, as usual — on the floor with a hoodie two sizes too big and a mug of tea you stole from his kitchen.

He keeps glancing at you while filming, barely noticeable if you don’t know him. But you do. You know that half-second flick of his eyes, that corner-of-the-mouth smirk he doesn’t give to the camera. It’s yours.

You’re mid-sip when he says something so ridiculous that tea comes out your nose.

“Oh my god,” he says, turning fully to look at you. “Are you twelve?”

“You made a sponge bath joke?” you wheeze, grabbing a tissue.

He breaks into laughter that derails the entire video. And it’s not the amused chuckle he usually gives for camera. It’s real. Loud and messy. Warm.

He cuts the camera.

“Sorry,” he says breathlessly, wiping his eyes. “Can’t use any of that now.”

You wipe your face, snorting. “Worth it.”

He looks at you then, properly. His face softens, and something unspoken sits between you. For a second, neither of you say anything.

But then you hear the sound of the camera still running.

The audio. The whole moment.

“Arthur—”

“I cut it.”

You pause. “No, you didn’t.”

His cheeks flush. “Okay, I meant to cut it.”

He reaches over and hits stop, dragging a hand down his face with a groan.

You start laughing again. “Your subscribers are about to see me snort tea and nearly die.”

“They’ll fall more in love with you than they already are,” he mumbles, almost too quiet to catch.

Your breath hitches. “What?”

But he’s already standing. “Nothing. I’ll… I’ll edit it. Don’t worry.”

You let it go — for now.

The video goes up two days later. The tea-snorting clip stays in.

It’s the most commented-on moment.

“the way he looks at her after she almost dies.”

“soft arthurtv is not something i was emotionally prepared for.”

“y’all see that little smile?? that wasn’t for us. that was for her.”

You want to laugh it off like you always do. But it’s harder this time. Because they’re right.

And you don’t know what to do with that.

Things feel different after that. Not bad, just… heavier.

Arthur gets quiet sometimes. Like he wants to say something but doesn’t know how. You try to fill the gaps with jokes, comfort, anything — but the weight’s still there.

And then it breaks.

It’s a late night. You’re helping him edit again. The audio isn’t syncing properly and he’s exhausted, shadows under his eyes, shoulders tense. You reach over to fix the timeline and he snaps.

“Can you not, please? I know what I’m doing.”

You freeze. He never talks to you like that.

“I was just—”

“I know what I’m doing.”

Silencce.

You sit back, suddenly cold.

“Cool,” you say quietly. “You don’t need me, then.”

You get up. Grab your jacket. His expression shifts instantly.

“Wait, I didn’t mean—”

“I know,” you say. “That’s the problem. You only say the real stuff when you don’t mean to.”

He stands. “Please don’t go like this.”

You pause at the door. Your voice comes out softer than you want.

“I’ve been here for everything, Arthur. Every 3 a.m. edit, every panic spiral, every time you needed someone. And I’m still the person sitting just off camera.”

He doesn’t answer.

You leave.

You don’t talk for two days.

He doesn’t text. You don’t reach out.

You tell yourself you’re being dramatic. That between a tea-stained laugh and a look he didn’t mean to give you on camera.

And you think maybe he did too.

On the third day, your phone lights up.

Arthur: Can you come over? Please.

You stare at the message for a minute. Then another. Then you go.

He opens the door looking like he hasn’t slept. Hair a mess. Hoodie inside out. He doesn’t say anything at first — just stands there, eyes flicking over your face like he’s checking if you’re really here.

Then, softly: “You were right.”

You say nothing, waiting.

“I do say the real stuff when I don’t mean to. Because if I meant to say it, I’d have to admit I feel things that scare the hell out of me.”

Your chest tightens.

“I don’t know how to do this properly,” he says, voice cracking. “But I’ve been falling for you for months. And I think I just kept pretending it was nothing so I wouldn’t lose you.”

You take a step forward. “You never had to pretend.”

He blinks. “You…?”

“I’ve been in love with you this whole time, Arthur.”

His mouth opens. Then closes. Then he does the only thing that makes ense — he pulls you in.

The kiss is soft. A little clumsy. Years of tension melting into one perfect, shaky exhale. He holds you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, and you kiss him like you’ve been waiting a lifetime.

You don’t film that night.

You sit on the couch, wrapped in the same hoodie, knees tucked under his, and for the first time — he lets the world wait.

Later, he uploads a video with a title that reads:

“The One Where I Almost Ruined Everything (but didn’t).”

You’re in the background again. Not just your laugh or your hand this time. You. Sitting next to him. Soft smile. Real.

And the top comment?

“oh. we’re not in the soft launch era anymore. this is the full release.”

[emchante]

kinktober | proving his worth - d.r.

day 1 - praise kink | kinktober masterlist

summary: after another rough race with vcarb, daniel seeks comfort in you back at the hotel. conversations arise about his uncertainty with everything about himself-- his driving and looks being a big factor. it's your job to prove the thoughts wrong.

WARNINGS: 18+ content, sub!daniel, dirty talk, praise kink, use of good boy, hair pulling.

w.c: 1.5k

a/n: happy october! i'm excited to share these blurbs with you all, and i hope you enjoy them. let me know your thoughts via reblog, comment or ask, i love hearing from you guys.

your thighs cradle daniel’s hips as you slowly move atop of him. his hands are on you as his fingers grip your soft skin tightly, with just enough desperation to reveal the weight of his emotions. his eyes, usually so filled with confidence and optimism, are clouded with something different now– doubt, frustration, the heavy weight of everything that has yet to fall from his mouth.

the tension that fills the room is almost suffocating, and a lot of it is radiating from daniel; his forehead pressed against your own, a shaky breath escaping his pouty lips. the only noises that fill the room is the sounds of yours and daniel’s skin hitting against one another, and the heavy breaths from daniel. that is, until he finally speaks up. “i just.. don’t feel like myself anymore,” daniel admits lowly, voice thick with emotion. his eyes land on his fingers that are absentmindedly tracing patterns on your soft hips. “everything feels wrong. maybe it’s me.” you run your fingers through his sweaty curls, tugging on them gently as you tilt his head back so you can see his face. you lean in and place a sweet kiss on his nose, before moving to place another on his lips. “don’t say that, danny,” you whisper, your voice gentle but firm. your hands cup his face, your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones as you look him in the eyes, wanting him to know how much you mean the words falling from your lips. “you’re still everything you’ve always been. on and off track.”

daniel swallows hard, you can see his adam’s apple bobbing as he does so. his grip on you tightens, scared to let you go. “then why do i feel like i’m falling apart?” he asks softly, as if he’s embarrassed to seek the reassurance. his wide doe eyes boring into yours, pleading for comfort. “because you’re doubting yourself, daniel. but you don’t need to, and you shouldn’t be. i’m going to show you how much you’re worth,” the words get to him, because you see the spark reignite in his eyes and briefly, you see his eyes get glossy. you don’t dwell on it though, because you know daniel wouldn’t want you to mention it.

your hips roll slowly again, and a quiet groan escapes him. there’s still that uncertainty lingering in daniel’s mind and you know it. tonight is about erasing every doubtful thought. you won’t stop until his mind is filled with nothing but praises– until your name, your words and your touch is all he can think about, leaving room for nothing else.

as your hips slowly grind against daniel, you can feel daniel begin to tense beneath you, his fingers gripping onto your hips tighter, holding onto you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. his breath stutters– from both pleasure and doubt-- and you can see him begin to spiral. but you won’t allow that. not tonight.

“look at me,” you murmur, voice soft yet commanding. daniel’s eyes open and focus in on your face, making sure to follow your instructions. “you’re incredible, danny. you’ve worked so hard to be where you are. you deserve everything.” his eyes flutter closed momentarily, as if he’s trying to take the words in and process them. you don’t leave it at that though, and you lean in to his neck as you pepper delicate kisses along the soft skin. “you’re perfect,” you mutter against the him, “every single part of you.” you trail the kisses down to his collarbones, your hands coming to rest on the hard planes of his chest. a shaky breath escapes him, the mix of your soft kisses and sweet words getting to him– in more ways than one. all he can get out is a small “yeah?”, looking up to your eyes hopeful, a sign he’s listening but needs more.

you grind down harder against him, reveling in the whine that leaves his mouth as he throws his head back. you retrace your tracks, moving back up his neck and this time, trail the kisses up to his ear, kissing just below his earlobe. moving your lips closer to his ear, a smile makes its way onto your face at the shiver that escapes daniel. “yeah, danny. you’re so good– so good to me and for me,” you whisper to him, catching his adams apple bobbing at the corner of your eye. your lips are now on his jaw, his shortened stubble graciously tickling your soft lips as you trail your kisses all around his jaw, making sure to love every part of him. “nobody makes me feel as good as you,” you tell him, your words coming out in soft, breathy praises. “you’re everything i want. everything i need.” daniel’s hips involuntarily jerk up at your words, a choked sound leaving his lips, and you know it’s starting to get to him. “you’re so strong,” you continue, moving your hands from his chest over to his arms, tracing every tattoo that was painted upon them. “you work so hard, and you’re so talented. and you’re so handsome,” you add, lips brushing daniel’s before leaving a chaste kiss upon them. “you’re so handsome, daniel.” he shudders beneath you, overwhelmed by the flood of praises, but he needs more of it. “say it again,” he whispers, almost as if he’s embarrassed. but you can hear the desperation his voice, pleading for you to continue. you smile, running your hands over his chest again, your fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. “you’re handsome. you’re perfect, inside and out,” you kiss his lips, slow and deep, before pulling back just enough to meet his gaze again. “you’re everything.” daniel lets out a broken moan, head falling against your bare chest as he continues to thrust up into you. his breaths are ragged, he’s panting with want and need, and you know your words are getting him closer. you move a hand to the back of his head, fingers delving into his curls, tugging gently as you play with them. he moves against you with more urgency, occasionally pressing soft kisses against your breasts, a silent thank you. “good boy,” you whisper, your lips hovering his ear as you give his curls another tug/ the words make daniel groan against your skin, you can feel him swallow thickly. his hips jerk against you once more, you know he likes that. “so good f’me, danny. so good.” his breath stutters, and you can feel him begin to tremble beneath you, the tension growing too much for him to contain. “you’re doing so well,” you tell him, words soft but filled with heat, each word dripping with affection and desire. “no one could ever make me feel like you. only you.” daniel’s grip impossibly tightens on you again, to the point you’re sure you’ll have bruises on your skin tomorrow. you aren’t bothered though, it only excites you. his thrusts up into you begin to get faster, driven by your praise. you place a kiss to his temple, before telling him”you’re mine, danny. every part of you is perfect. you’re so strong, so talented, so perfect. and most of all– you’re mine.” he whimpers at that, his moans growing more desperate as his head buries further into your chest. you can feel him losing control, every sound he makes coming out rough, needy. your fingers tighten in his curls as you tilt his head back, forcing him to look up at you. “look at me, baby,” you whisper, your voice a soothing command. his eyes, heavy-lidded and filled with lust, meet yours, and you smile down at him. “that’s it, danny. i want you to see how perfect you are.” a choked groan escapes him, his body trembling beneath yours, and you keep your hips moving, slow and steady, letting him feel every bit of you as you praise him. “you’re close, aren’t you?” you murmur, leaning in to kiss him again, slow and deep. “come for me, be a good boy.. show me how good you are, danny.”

his hips snap up desperately, his breath catching as he teeters on the edge, eyes locked on yours as if your praise is the only thing holding him together. “you’re so good. come for me,” you whisper, pressing your forehead against his as his body shudders beneath you, a strangled moan escaping him as his seed spilling inside you with no warning.as daniel’s body shudders beneath you, he completely lets himself go but you catch his face, pulling him into a searing kiss. “believe me now, danny?” you ask him, and he nods lazily into your hands, nuzzling into your soft palms. “i want to hear it,” you tell him, tone commanding.

his breath hitches at your words, doe eyes looking right into yours as he nods slowly. “ ‘m perfect..” he pants, swallowing before continuing, “i’m good, and i’m all yours.”

[domxmarvel]

Mine 💚

Masterlist

Pairing: Billie eilish x Female!Reader

After years of work you got signed to a major horror movie studio,throwing your name into the spotlight. And quickly tossing you into multiple interviews to promote yourself and your new movie coming out. The press tour taking you almost all across the US. Including an appearance on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon. The interview was mostly about your new movie,the previous roles and the new studio you were signed to. Of course because it was Jimmy Fallon he had to keep the mood light and make jokes. During the interview, the audience was shown clips of you at various Billie eilish shows from the Hit Me Hard and Soft Tour. You had been to several shows and had the time of your life. Which was embarrassing and all you could do was just laugh.

“I’m guessing you had fun?”

“She’s just incredible” You chuckled,praising Billie.

Hours later the clips were all over the internet and your phone dinged with a message.

@ billieeilish Her name popped up,seeing that she sent you a message. 

@  billieeilish: “hey just saw you on Jimmy Fallon, you’re funny and congrats on signing to the new studio”

"Well I dabble in comedy 😉,and thanks" you added a winking emoji to emphasize the joke.

@ billieelish: "Dabble in comedy and final girl roles, apparently. your screams are iconic."

"So are your songs,I mean you saw the footage of me making a fool of myself at your concert 😂😅"

@  billieeilish: "I think you spelled 'living your best life' wrong 😂” You chuckled to yourself. 

"I guess I really did spell it wrong"

@  billieeilish: "glad you cleared that up 😂 so which song is your favorite?"

"Well I have two favorites 'You should see me in a crown' and 'lunch'"

@  billieeilish: "taste 🤌🏻 you might be the first person to not say all the good girls go to hell or something in my dms 😂"

"Or bad guy 😂"

@  billieeilish: "omg yes 😂"

"You really should consider adding copycat to the set list,if you're taking suggestions that is"

@  billieeilish: "oh, I'm always open to suggestions. 👀 I'll see what I can do. "

@  billieeilish: "You seem to be a big fan. How many of my shows have you been to?”

"Honestly I've lost track,I've been to almost every show for the past three years"

@  billieeilish: "Damn, okay, hardcore. I'm impressed. have you been to the international ones too?"

"Some,when they were close to the filming locations" you explained.

@  billieeilish: "Ah, right. acting superstar, I forgot 😂 what's it like filming horror movies? I bet it's nerve-wracking"

"Not really,it wears off after a while and you lose the 'scared' part of it. You gotta learn to fake being scared really well" you explained further.

@  billieeilish: "You're a great actress then, because you looked terrified in The long night"

"Let you in on a little secret,that shot was filmed like 13 different times and they went with one of the later takes. Meaning that terrified look and scream was entirely fake,at that point I had been screaming all day but no one can tell"

@  billieeilish: "Damn, respect. all that screaming, and you still look amazing 😂 I'd be a mess. you probably have a killer throat game" You chuckled.

"So I've been told but don't expect me to sing. You heard how horribly off key I was,but if you ever need someone to scream or something like that,you know the right person 😂"

@  billieeilish: "Well, if I ever need a scream queen, I know who to call. and don't worry, off-key is the new in. You'll start a trend 😂"

"Sureeee" you spelt it in a way that showed you were being sarcastic. "Whatever you say Billie"

@  billieeilish: "don't mock me. I'm a very influential person. I can totally change trends with one flick of my pretty hand 😂"

"I don't doubt that" you smirked but she of course couldn't see it.

@  billieeilish: "good, you shouldn't doubt me. I'm always right. just ask my best friend Zoe, she'll confirm it 😂" You chuckled,before texting back.

"I don't think I need someone to confirm it,I already believe you. Unfortunately I'm gonna have to let you go,I have a premiere tomorrow and if I show up one more time with dark circles under my eyes from staying up all night the makeup team is not gonna be happy with me"

@  billieeilish: "Aww, alright. Gotta let my new fan rest. Can't have those circles under your eyes ruining that perfect look 😉  have fun at the premiere, darling. Break a leg"

"You too,and get some sleep because I know for a fact you have a show tomorrow"

@  billieeilish: "oh, so you're keeping tabs on me now? 👀 I'm honored, really. and yeah, you caught me. I have a show tomorrow. but I'll be sure to rest up so I can give my best performance for my number one fan ;)"

"Oh,I'm not gonna be there,with the premiere the time just won't work out. But I know you'll do great"

@  billieeilish: "Aww, that's a bummer. I was definitely looking forward to seeing you there. But I get it, the timing sucks. At least you'll be there in spirit 😂 and don't worry, I'll make sure to put on a show worthy of you, even if you won't be in the audience. I'll pretend you're there watching, front row, screaming for me"

"Good night,Billie 💚"

@  billieeilish: "Goodnight, darling. Sweet dreams. can't wait to chat again"

The next day you sent her a few photos as you got ready with the makeup team.

@  billieeilish: "wow, looking absolutely radiant! The makeup team works miracles. I'm jealous, all I have to do is wake up and get dressed 😂"

"You're the lucky one here,I had to be up at five am for this. I wish I could just get up,get dressed and head out 😂"

@  billieeilish: "Ugh, five in the morning? brutal. I don't envy that. I'm already exhausted just thinking about it. but hey, at least you get to wear a gorgeous dress and walk the red carpet. I just get to run around on stage for two hours 😂"

"I'd still rather be there watching you than the red carpet"

@  billieeilish: "Aww, you flatter me. but really, don't underestimate the power of a red carpet moment. I've seen those photos, your fans go absolutely crazy over you. I'm jealous of that 😉"

"I gotta go,they're calling for me. Good luck with your show 💚"

@  billieeilish: "alright, break a leg out there! I'll be thinking of you while I'm onstage.Have fun ❤️" You got to the red carpet and took photos,did some interviews which consisted of questions about the movie and filming before you headed inside.

@  billieeilish: "How's the premiere going? I bet you're absolutely killing it on the red carpet. I wish I could be there to cheer you on"  You sent her a photo from the red carpet. 

"It's going pretty well although I still wish I was at your show instead"

@  billieeilish: "Wow, you look stunning! they could totally use that photo as a movie still. And aww, I wish you were at the show too. But know that I'm thinking about you every time I sing. Maybe I'll even dedicate a song to you 😉"

"Really,which one?"

@  billieeilish: "hmmm, let's see... I'll let it be a surprise 😉 But trust me, it'll be one you'll love. You have great taste in my music, after all. I hope you're settling in for the movie now, but I gotta get ready for mine. Talk to you later, darling" As soon as everyone got into the theater to watch the movie you snuck off,changing your shoes so you weren't wearing heels. You made your way over to her show,already having a ticket that you bought months before. You walked in and heard her singing. You listen closely to see which song it was. Billie was on stage, performing with infectious energy, and the audience roared in approval. The song she chose was ‘Happier Than Ever.’ Soon you were screaming the lyrics with her,but begin cautious to not be too loud. As the song ended, Billie took a moment to catch her breath. The crowd cheered on, and she couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline from the performance. She spotted you and shot a subtle smirk your way, clearly enjoying the fact that you were there. You smiled back at her,clearly overdressed for one of her concerts. You saw her chuckling,probably at how overdressed you were. As the concert continued, Billie continued singing, her eyes occasionally darting back to you, You continued to sing along with her,knowing every single word. As the concert reached its climax, the energy reached its peak. The crowd was electric, and you were right in the middle of it all, singing and dancing like you were the biggest fan. After the final song had ended and the lights went down, the crowd erupted into applause, and Billie's adrenaline was pumping. But as the audience began to file out, she looked around for you, realizing you were gone. A mix of disappointment and curiosity filled her mind.

"Sorry about running off,I had to get back in time for the after party so they wouldn't know I snuck off. I wish I could've talked to you but I had to be fast" You were gone but you did leave a message. "And your performance was absolutely fantastic," you added. You arrived back at your hotel room, kicking off your heels and collapsing onto the bed with a sigh of exhaustion. The after-party had been fun, but all you could think about now was how much you had enjoyed Billie's concert and the stolen moment with her. You were in the middle of washing your makeup off when you noticed tweets popping up with your name, mentioning that you had been at the concert. Curiously, you started scrolling through the mentions and comments, reading what people were saying about your surprise appearance.

"I'm dying! Y/N at Billie's concert? This is the crossover we didn't know we needed."

"I still can't believe I saw Y/N in the audience at Billie's concert. She was jamming out like the biggest fan."

"Wait, was that Y/N I saw at Billie's concert? OMG, she's such a huge fan! #Y/NAtBillieConcert" Immediately these were followed by others confused as you were supposed to be at the premiere.

"Yeah,she had premiere tonight,she must really be a big fan to sneak off just for Billie"

"Isn't she supposed to be at the premiere of her new movie?"

"Gotta admit, that's pretty impressive. Who would skip a premiere for a concert? Only a true fan."

"Wait, what? She left the premiere for Billie's concert? That's some serious dedication." You couldn't help but laugh at the confusion on Twitter as people started speculating about your whereabouts. And less than an hour the news outlets had picked up on the story,swarming with headlines such as.

@ EntertainmentWeekly: "Y/N Caught at Billie Eilish Concert: A Night to Remember!"

@ E!News: "Y/N Spotted at Billie Eilish Concert Amidst Premiere: A Surprising Fan Moment"

@ CelebBuzz: "Y/N’s Surprise Appearance at Billie Eilish Concert Sparks Speculations of a Romantic Connection!"

@ GossipCentral: "Y/N Skips Movie Premiere for Billie Eilish Concert: A Secret Romance?” You filled up the bathtub just as your phone dings with a message.

@ billieelish: "Hey, I see you made quite the impression on the media tonight 👀"

"Sure did,now everyone thinks we're secretly dating"

@ billieelish: "Haha, well, you know how the media is. they'll take any opportunity to spin a story. but just so you know, I'm not complaining about being associated with you like that 😉"

"They'll take anything,huh?"

@ billieelish: "Oh, absolutely. they're like sharks, circling any piece of drama or gossip they can find. but honestly, I wouldn't mind the media thinking we're secretly dating. could be worse, right?😏"

"It's pretty funny too,maybe you should come with me to the next premiere?" You suggested.

@ billieelish: "Haha, you know what? maybe I will. it'd give the media something to really talk about, right? and I have to admit, I wouldn't mind being your date to a premiere 😉"

"In that case I'll text you the details once I get them"

@ billieelish: "Perfect, I'll be looking forward to seeing you again and giving the media even more to write about 😉”

A few days passed and you talked less,mostly because you were both busy. You doing promotions for your next movie and she was filming for a music video,but she was stumped on one thing. The music video needed a princess of sorts to tie in with the song about how someone and their life looks like a fairytale. She just couldn't figure out who should play the princess,every actress didn't give the look in her eyes that she wanted. She was quickly running out of hope,having gone through a big amount of the actresses that auditioned.

@ billieelish: "Hey, I know this might be a bit random, but I've been stuck on something and I was hoping you could help me out. Can I ask you a favor?"

"I'll see what I can do,so what do you need help with?"

@ billieelish: "Well, I'm filming a music video, and I'm having trouble finding the right actress to play this princess role. I know it's probably a long shot, but I was wondering if you'd be open to trying out for it? I think you'd be perfect for the part."

"Sure,I could give it a try"

@ billieelish: "Really? That's amazing! Honestly, I was a little worried you might think it's a crazy idea, but I'm so glad you're game for it. When would you be free to come down to the set and give it a shot?"

"I have one more interview,so send me the details and I'll be there in one hour maximum"

@ billieelish: "Awesome, I'll have my team send you the address and any other necessary details. And don't worry, the scene is pretty simple. You just need to look pretty and act like a princess."😏

"Lucky for me I'm pretty good at that" you jokingly typed back.

@ billieelish: "Haha, I have no doubt about that. I've seen your red carpet looks, you totally dress the part of a princess. can't wait to see you in action 😉"

one hour later

When you arrived at the set, you noticed that the crew were already preparing for the shoot. Billie was in the corner, looking over the scene. She noticed you and quickly walked over.

"Hey, glad you could make it. ready to give this princess thing a shot?" she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Sure,now what should I do?" You looked around,trying to deduce what the scene was about.

"Well, we're shooting a scene in the forest. We want to capture the whole fairytale vibe, so I think we're going for a soft, almost floating kind of walk. you know, like a princess walking through the woods, lost in her own world." Hours passed as you filmed,the last scene was her laying on your lap as she sang.

Days later you were back on the set of your movie when you got a notification of a money transfer from Billie with a note that said “Thanks princess” Your eyebrows raised, and a small smile played on your lips, realizing that Billie had sent payment for you appearing in her music video.

"You know that's way too much,it wasn't that many hours" you texted her.

The one thing about it was,it was too much for that few hours of filming.

@ billieelish: "lol, don't worry about it. I wanted to make sure I paid you well for your time and the amazing job you did. consider it a bonus for being the perfect princess 😉"

"Okay,sugar daddy," you joked back.

@ billieelish: "Haha, sugar daddy? I like the sound of that 😉 but seriously, I just wanted to show my appreciation, and I think you deserve it. so consider it a thank you gift from your favorite musician 😉" A few hours later you had finished filming for the day,the music video was released and you sat down to see what people were saying. You scrolled through your phone, checking social media to see how fans reacted to the video. Comments were rolling in, and the feedback was overwhelmingly positive. People were going nuts over your appearance and some even speculated about your relationship with Billie. Comments like 

"OMG, the princess is a literal goddess! Who is she?"

"Billie and the princess are giving us major fairytale vibes"

"The way Billie looks at her 😍" filled the comment section. Fans also took notice of the fact that the music video had a more light and cheerful tone than her usual dark and somewhat depressing tone. 

"The chemistry between Billie and the princess is off the charts!"

"I think the princess is the reason for the happier vibe. There's something about her that really brings a smile to my face."

"Is it just me or does this music video feel different than Billie's usual ones? It's so light and cheerful!"

"The princess, the lighting, the vibes—this music video is perfect. it feels like a whole new side of Billie we haven't seen before."

"I don't know what it is about the princess, but she really makes this music video. The chemistry between her and Billie is unreal."

"I've never seen Billie look at someone the way she looks at the princess. there has to be some real-life chemistry there! the tension is insane."

And the comments continued as you took her to your premiere as your plus one. The fans went wild on social media after seeing photos of you and Billie together at the premiere. The hashtag "billieandprincess" started trending, and the speculation about your relationship reached new heights.

"Omg, did you see that look in Billie's eyes when the princess walked down the red carpet? pure love. I can't handle it." 

"Billie and the princess are owning this red carpet. seriously, they're giving us goals #billieandprincess"

"I can't believe they came as each others' dates! they look so cute together.”

"The chemistry is off the charts. I can't stop staring at their pictures. this has to be more than just a friendly outing, right?" 

“The way they're posing together is everything. I'm officially on the 'billieandprincess' train. this is the ship I didn't know I needed."  It was clear the fans wanted you together and that wasn't helped by her continuing to have you in music videos,playing various characters but always close to her.

"I'm fully convinced they're secretly dating. who else gets to be in this many music videos with an artist like Billie?"

"I can't believe they're in another music video together! every time they team up, the chemistry is just unreal." The idea that you were secretly dating quickly made its way out of the fans and reached the headlines in newspapers and magazines.

@ PopCultureInsider: "The latest scoop: are Billie Eilish and her onscreen princess truly an item? read more here to find out!"

@ TrendingNow: "Billie Eilish's latest music video sparks romance rumors with mystery actress. Could this be the real deal?" With both of you not confirming or denying it,which only served to make them speculate more.

You were both at her place,she had invited you over to watch a movie. You had a couple of drinks before she started talking.

"So, there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about... about us." she paused, her eyes searching yours. "You know how the media's been going crazy with all the speculation and rumors about us, right?"

"You wanna tell them that we're just friends?" You asked.

"No, that's not exactly what I was thinking." Billie shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. You moved closer to her,her hand quickly moved to your waist.

"If we do..." you couldn't think of what to say,the alcohol clouding your mind.Billie's hand on your waist sent a shiver down your spine, and the alcohol in your veins made your heart pound faster. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, but the proximity was making it hard to think clearly. She leaned closer, her face just inches from yours, her eyes fixated on your lips.

"If we do..." she repeated your words, her voice barely above a whisper. You leaned closer and kissed her,your hand moving into her hair and she pulled you into her lap. With a soft moan, she deepened the kiss, her tongue seeking yours. The world around you faded away as you lost yourself in the moment, the taste of her and the intoxicating heat of her body against yours. You ran your hands through her hair, holding her close, your body trembling with anticipation. The room was filled with the sounds of your ragged breaths and soft moans, a symphony of pleasure that only fueled the fire between you. Only for the moment to be interrupted by someone's voice. 

"Well, this is... unexpected." Just as things were getting even more heated, the sound of someone clearing their throat broke the moment. You both turned to see Billie's brother, Finneas, standing at the doorway, his eyes widened with surprise. "Looks like I interrupted something." He smirked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the two of you, still cuddled closely together on the couch. His playful tone was evident as he spoke. Billie's voice was filled with embarrassment.

"Finneas, hey... um, you're home early."

"Sorry, didn't realize this was a private party." Finneas chuckled, clearly enjoying the situation.

"Oh, shut up. Don't you knock first?" she retorted.

"Oh, my bad. I'll make sure to wait for an invitation next time."

"Well, you just ruined the mood." You couldn't help but smile at their banter despite the initial embarrassment. Finneas's easy-going nature made the moment less tense as he leaned against the doorframe. He grabbed something and left,but not without some remark.

"Oh, and just remember kids, protection is important." Billie tossed a cushion towards him, which he dodged. "Thanks, we'll keep that in mind. Any more sage advice, oh wise one?"

“Hey, just lookin' out for you two lovebirds! Safety first, remember!" You and Billie exchanged a look before bursting into laughter. Finneas had a knack for lightening the mood, and his playful banter eased the embarrassment you both were feeling. She tossed another pillow his way.

"We get it, we get it! Now, can we get back to our moment, please?" Finneas ducked out of the way, narrowly avoiding getting hit by the pillow. He smirked, clearly enjoying the banter. He turned his back and you tossed a pillow his way,this one hit him.

"Hey, that was a cheap shot!"

"Maybe now you'll think twice before interrupting next time." Billie was clearly finding it fun that you stood with her,despite your moment having been ruined. He scurried off,leaving her looking up at you as her hands held your hips still.

"Where were we again?" Billie looked up at you, a mixture of desire and affection dancing in her eyes. Her hands remained on your hips, a possessive touch.

"I don't know,the shock sobered me up" you got off her and stood up. "I could use a shot of something"

"Yeah, Finneas has that effect on people. Always pops up at the most inconvenient times." You both moved to the kitchen. "As for that shot you need, what's your poison?"

"Something strong"

"How's a shot of good old whiskey sound? It'll definitely kickstart your mood." You both downed the shots,the whiskey burning on its way down. She set the empty shot glass on the counter with a soft clink, her gaze fixed on you, a mixture of desire and anticipation in her eyes.

"So we're doing this?" you gestured between you two.

"Unless you've changed your mind." She took a step closer to you, the space between you growing smaller with each moment. Her hand found your hip again, drawing you in even closer, the heat of your bodies meeting.

"I haven't" you moved closer,pressing yourself against her. You picked her up and set her down on the counter. Sitting there, she looked up at you, her gaze dark with desire and a hint of mischief. Your hands moved up her thighs to her waist as you kissed her.Her hands found their way to your hips, pulling you even closer as she deepened the kiss, a soft moan escaping her as her desires heightened.

"Maybe you should write a song about me," you teased,trailing your hand between her thighs.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Being the subject of my next hit single." She looked up at you with a playful look, biting her lower lip as your touch sent sparks of pleasure through her. Trying to keep her voice even, she responded, her tone both amused and slightly breathless. You pulled her right to the edge,right up against you.

"Doesn't your princess deserve a song?" You knew what you were doing,playing with her.

"Oh, does my princess want a song all to herself?" She wrapped her legs around your waist, her arms looping around your shoulders as she looked up at you, a mix of playfulness and lust in her eyes. She leaned in closer, her words a playful challenge. You kissed her neck.

"What do you think?" It was a sarcastic question,one that didn't demand an answer.

"Maybe I do... maybe I want a whole album."

"Really now? Tell me more" you bit her neck,making her moan. "Make that album and I promise I'll give you the best night of your life" you whispered,moving your hands underneath her oversized t-shirt.

"You'd better keep that promise." You moved to pull off her shorts,moving to whisper. 

"Oh,I will" you spread her legs,your fingers hooked her panties and pulled them off. "I'm keeping these,I hope you don't miss them too much. And if you need more 'inspiration' call me"

"Trust me, I'll remember this for future inspiration. But I think you might need to give me something in return." Her panties had a massive wet spot,clearly she was enjoying this. You unzipped your top to show your chest as you leaned closer. She bit her lip, trying to control the wave of arousal that coursed through her at the sight. 

"That's a pretty good exchange... but is it enough to inspire a whole album?"

"Then touch them" you smirked

"Giving me instructions now, are you? I should've known you'd be the bossy type." Her hands slowly traced your skin.

"You should watch that pretty mouth,it'll get you in lots of trouble" your lips glistened with your lipgloss which had somehow stayed despite everything.

"And what if I like trouble? What if I want my pretty mouth to get me into some fun situations?" Your hand brushed against the inside of her thigh,before two fingers plunged into her. Your fingers slipping in so easily. 

"God,you're so wet for me"

"Y-You have that effect on me... It's incredible..." Her body arched into your touch at your words, a soft moan escaping her lips."Really" You pulled your fingers out and licked them. She whined and whimpered the second you pulled your fingers out. "Please... I need more, don't tease me like this" You smirked,knowing you had her at your mercy. You moved her body,putting her feet on the counter which made her spread her legs wide. Letting you see her fully as you drew lines from her ankle to her inner thigh. You took her hand and placed it between her legs. 

"Now,show me how you've touched yourself." You smirked,your hand covering hers. She moved her hand,circling her clit, her breath shallow and quick. "How many times have you done this,pretended,wished it was my hand?" You whispered into her ear. She let out a shuddering exhale as your words washed over her, the sound of them sending chills down her spine. Your free hand moved to her chest,softly squeezing as you kissed her collarbones and neck. You kissed her cheek,your hand moving hers in quicker circles. Her back arched and she moaned loudly. It didn’t take long at all for her to cum with your touch,you took over and let her ride it out as long as she could. “That’s it,good girl.”

Months later she had finished the album and was working on a music video with you. This one was completely sexual and you played along perfectly. One scene was her scribbling the word 'mine' all over you. Pretty much confirming your relationship to the media. You both knew that this moment was more than just a scene for the music video. It was a statement to the world that you belonged to each other. You were covered in the word and decided to post a photo to your Instagram,with the caption 'I think they got the message 💚' and tagged her on one of the 'mine' she had written on your skin. 

[colemorrison]

Can I request headcanons for Arcane Vander, Jayce, and Viktor reacting to his shy gn crush accidentally telling him that you couldn't help but stare at him because you find him handsome please?

COULDN'T HELP BUT STARE AT THE ARCANE CHARACTERS

(GN!Reader)

INCLUDES : Vander Jayce Viktor Silco Steb

Vander :

You smiled as your eyes wandered, Vander was stunning, no matter where you looked it was soft warm skin, big muscles. He was so handsome, you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring him as he worked the bar. “Something caught your eye?” Vander asked a small smile playing on his lips as he cleaned glasses.

The blush that coated his cheeks was noticeable, the soft colour and the slight shy look when he turned away from you made your heart flutter. “I just can’t help myself from staring, you’re really handsome.” You spoke looking away the embarrassment starting to coat your own cheeks. Vander chuckled making your embarrassment worse, hands coming to cover your face.

“You’re not so bad yourself, believe it or not.” He smiled and winked before serving customers, the entire night his face was warmer, as was yours. He messed up a few drinks because he was too busy staring at you, he now had to struggle every time you came into the last drop.

Jayce :

Those golden eyes, puppy dog smile and sweet voice you couldn't help but stare, he was giving a speech to everyone. You doubted you were even in his line of sight but you smiled as if he was looking anyway. Until those eyes locked with yours blush filled your cheeks as you quickly looked away as if you heard a noise. Though you both knew the only noise you both heard was the clapping as he walked down the stage.

Jayce found you after the ceremony had come to a quiet chatter as people mingled. "Earlier, you were staring. Was there something on my face? Or in my teeth?" The panicked look on his face made you giggle, there wasn't a speck of anything on his face but him thinking there was, was so cute.

"No, Jayce.. I just.. I couldn't help but stare. You looked really beautiful tonight." The words came smoothly, making you seem foolish and it made his smile grow. He loved approval as is, but approval from the one person he had his eyes on? Absolute yes.

Viktor :

Nose deep in his equations he was hardly paying attention to you, he never really did which left you plenty of time to admire his face, thin stature and freckles placed in specific places. You had to fight urges to reach out and trace the shape of his jaw, he was beautiful, in the right light he looked like a star.

"I can feel your eyes on me. Perhaps stare less and work more." There was no bite to his words just a little tug at his lips when he said them, like he was fighting the urge to smile. Knowing him he was, he had a hard time fighting the response to compliments, he rarely got them meaning when he did they made his heart skip.

"Sorry Viktor. I couldn't help it, you look like a sculpture." That got blood rushing to his face, pale skin lighting up into a soft pink, his heart skipped and he looked away to laugh softly.

Silco :

Silco was used to eyes being on him, being the kingpin everyone was either afraid of him or wanted him dead. There was no in between, even with you, you didn't want an in-between of those, you just wanted him. Soft touches when you handed him something, but mostly you eyed him as if you were a body guard. He was well aware of your loving eyes toward him but he enjoyed it.

"I have something for you", he spoke, meeting your eyes since you were already too busy admiring his stance as he spoke to his workers. A small gift box laid in your hands, it smelled of flowers, sweet ones, ones that would never survive down here. But he didn't tell you what it was, he wanted you to open it when you were alone. "Wait, to open it. Your gaze is comforting and I would like to repay the favour."

"I.. I couldn't help it. I'm sorry." You watched him shake his head a gentle face looking back at you, you swore it was a smile even if it was small. "Thank you." Later when you were alone in your room, you opened the small gift, a small bottle of perfume lay on a soft pillow that was meant to keep it safe.

Steb :

Standing guard was about as enjoyable as you'd think it was, but Steb was good at it, standing and silently keeping tabs on each person that came in or left, each person that spoke and each person that was quiet. He wanted to keep this place safe, he wanted to keep you safe, he didn't realise you were a bit away eyeing him as he stood still.

Somehow keeping tabs on everyone but his lover, your eyes wandered over his entire body, the way his outfit fit around his body, the way his gills moved as he tried to listen to something farther away. The way his eyes widened when he heard a conversation not meant for anyone to hear. He was so pretty, from every angle and in every way.

"I can't help but stare." You spoke, unintentionally alerting him of your position, to which you awkwardly smiled and mouthed apologies over and over. But he just smiled softly and went back to work, how could he be upset at such a genuine love.

A/N : I am so sorry I did intend to put them all together but you can only have 30 photos per post and having Ekko in here was too many T^T. I will post his in a bit, once again so sorry but I do hope you enjoy these.

[thedemoninme141]

Wednesday gets Ghosted... literally.

Never ever thought I would write Halloween specials but here I am...

Paring: Wednesday X Fem Reader! Theme: Fluff!!!

Summary: Wednesday confesses her feelings on a Halloween date.

You wanted a date for Halloween since Wednesday won't go trick or treating with you, you jumped on the offer to trek out to an old, abandoned house in the woods—a place the locals swore was haunted—with her.

And now you both sat on the wooden balcony that hung off the back of the house. Wednesday glanced at you, scrutinizing the way you stared blankly out at the woods, as if you were lost in your thoughts. You seemed quiet, too quiet.

“Do you…” she began, her voice quieter than usual. “Do you regret coming here with me tonight?”

You glanced at her, eyes slightly widened, surprised that she’d even ask. Wednesday wasn’t usually one for questioning her actions—or caring how others felt about them.

“I just thought, perhaps, you might be disappointed that I dragged you here instead of letting you do…something more festive.” She looked away, unsure if you could read the tinge of insecurity in her face.

You tilted your head, looking at her, silent as ever, which only made her feel more self-conscious. She didn’t know what to make of it. Usually, she adored the fact that you didn’t constantly babble on like everyone else did. But tonight, she wanted—no, needed—some kind of reassurance.

“If I’m being honest,” she continued, voice a bit lower, “I've wondered a lot... If I am enough for you.” She cast her gaze downward. “My feelings… they are complicated. I suppose they’re not easily expressed in ways you might expect, or—” She clenched her jaw, then forced herself to go on. “Or that you deserve.”

"Sometimes I think that you see something in me that isn’t really there," Wednesday whispered, "And I fear that one day you’ll realize you were wrong. That you’ll wake up, look at me, and think, ‘this wasn’t worth it.’" She clenched her jaw, the briefest flicker of pain crossing her face before she forced herself to look at you again, her eyes steady.

"But then you… you fascinate me," she admitted, "The way you fearlessly follow me to places like this. Most people run from me, but you… you stay. You follow. It answers all those doubts. Do you have any idea what that does to me?"

A small smile tugged at her lips, but she looked away, as though embarrassed by the thought. "I thought I'd find myself alone, somewhere like this. And I thought… perhaps I’d like that."

Wednesday paused, her hand ghosting closer to yours. "But then you came along, completely oblivious, and ruined all of that," she said, her voice softened by an edge of tenderness. "And, against my better judgment, I don’t resent you for it."

"There are things I struggle with, you know," she went on. "Emotions. They’re foreign… unwieldy. But here I am, feeling them—feeling you, in every cold, dark part of myself that used to belong to nothing and no one." She turned, and her dark gaze fixed onto you, almost vulnerable. "I don't know if I can be what you deserve, but…" She swallowed, her voice soft. "I need you to know, if I’m capable of love, you’re the only one I’d give it to."

"I don’t know why I’m saying all of this," she admitted. "I’d tell myself it’s for your benefit, but really, I think it’s for mine. To tell you things I never knew I’d feel." Her voice trailed off, and she pressed her lips together as if already regretting her words.

A long silence fell between you two, and the quiet grew deeper, the forest still and watching as if it too were waiting for your response.

Then, from behind, a voice broke the silence: "Sorry I’m late, Wends… had to fix Enid’s costume trouble… umm, who’s that?"

Wednesday felt her cold blood run colder. She turned, her gaze landing on… you. You, standing at the doorway, looking at her with your familiar, gentle eyes.

The “you” beside her shrank back slightly, lifting "your" hands in surrender, as though embarrassed by the whole ordeal.

Wednesday's gaze snaps back to the figure beside her — the “you” who had been sitting with her all this time.

Her voice hardens. “Who the hell are you?”

"Um… I wanted to haunt you after taking Y/N’s face," the ghostly you confessed, scratching the back of it's head. "But given the gravity of the situation with your emotions and all… I’ll leave you two alone." The ghost looked at Wednesday, gave a curt nod, and disappeared into the shadows with an almost sheepish wave.

Wednesday was still, her gaze now fixed on you, her surprise melting into a look that could only be described as deadly.

"…How long were you there?" you asked, stepping forward, trying to hide the amused smile on your lips. "And what did you tell the ghost?"

Wednesday’s mouth tightened, her cheeks coloring ever so slightly. "I… told the ghost," she began slowly, clearly unwilling to divulge the truth, "nothing..."

You chuckled, glancing at her with a playful grin. "So… I hope I wasn’t replaced too badly, was I?"

Wednesday let out a frustrated sigh. Perhaps she should've gone trick or treating with you.

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Aemond Targaryen - Take All My Inhibitions

Summary - Wine awakens a bold, sensually unrestrained side of her, and the evening unfolds into a game of playful seduction, where inhibitions melt and desire takes control. But with the wine's intoxicating effect comes the question—how far will they go when nothing is held back?

Pairing - Aemond Targaryen x reader

Warnings - None

Word count - 2617

Masterlist for Aemond • House of the Dragon General Masterlist

Drinking wasn't something I indulged in often. I never liked the bitter taste of alcohol or the loss of control that came with it.

But today felt different. It was my name day, a special occasion, and I had been generously gifted a few bottles of rare Dornish wine.

I'd never tasted this particular wine before, but from the first sip, I was hooked. It was sweet, rich, with just the right amount of tartness—dangerously delicious.

As the day wore on, I found myself drinking far more than I intended, each chalice emptied more quickly than the last.

By now, the effects were unmistakable; my head felt light, my laughter unrestrained. I couldn't remember the last time I had been in such a carefree, almost giddy mood.

"My lady, which dress would you like to wear tonight?" My handmaiden Myra asked, holding up a few options for me to choose from.

I stared at the selection before me, my brow furrowing in disapproval.

Normally, these dresses would've suited me just fine—elegant, modest, befitting a lady of my station—but not tonight.

Tonight, they looked dull, uninspiring.

"This is all so boring," I groaned, tossing the dresses onto the bed in frustration.

Without hesitation, I dove into my wardrobe, pulling out something I'd hidden away—a gown I would never dream of wearing on any other day.

It was scandalous, with a daring cut and sheer panels that left little to the imagination.

My sober self would have blushed at the thought of wearing it, but the wine made me bold, uninhibited.

"This one," I declared, holding it up for Myra to see. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, but she said nothing.

Dutifully, she took the dress from me and began helping me into it, her fingers quick but gentle as she fastened it in place.

I downed another gulp of the heady wine as she pinned my hair into an intricate updo, feeling more daring with every passing moment.

Just as Myra finished, the door to my chambers creaked open, and I turned to see my husband step inside.

His lone eye, always so calm and steady, widened in surprise as he took in the sight before him—my attire, my flushed cheeks, the faint sway in my stance.

"Well?" I asked, a giggle slipping from my lips as I twirled around playfully. "How do I look?"

As I twirled in front of my husband, the laughter bubbling up, a flicker of doubt crept in.

My playful smile faltered as I searched his face for a reaction. His expression, still one of astonishment, had yet to shift into something readable.

I felt a flush of embarrassment creeping in, though I wasn't sure if it was from the wine or the sudden fear of rejection.

I bit my lip, waiting for him to say something, anything, to break the silence.

Finally, his lips curved into a small smile, and he shook his head softly as if he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing.

"You look..." he began, pausing as if trying to find the right words, "...absolutely stunning."

A wave of relief washed over me, but then he chuckled, low and deep, his eye still lingering on me, taking in every detail of the dress.

"The only problem is," he continued, stepping closer, "you've just made my night significantly harder."

I blinked, momentarily confused. "Harder?" I echoed.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, his breath warm against my ear. "I'll have to kill any man who so much as glances in your direction tonight."

I rolled my eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, his possessiveness both irritating and endearing.

"Oh, please," I said, swatting his arm lightly. "As if anyone would dare."

"I would," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eye, though his tone carried a weight of truth. "Trust me, you look far too tempting for your own good."

I felt my cheeks flush even deeper, not just from the wine this time. He had a way of making me feel like the only woman in the world, and though I wouldn't admit it, I loved that feeling.

The lingering doubt evaporated, replaced by a warm glow of confidence.

"Come on," I said, shaking off the last of my nervousness as I grabbed his arm and started toward the door. "We're going to be late for the celebrations, and I'm not letting you ruin my name day with your dramatics."

He raised an eyebrow but allowed himself to be pulled along, his hand resting protectively at the small of my back as we headed out.

"I wasn't being dramatic," he muttered playfully. "I was being realistic."

I rolled my eyes again, but a part of me secretly enjoyed the attention.

"Just try not to scare everyone away," I teased as we walked together, arm in arm. "You wouldn't want to have to explain a pile of bodies at the feast, now would you?"

He laughed, the sound warm and rich, and leaned in to kiss my temple. "For you, my love, I'd clear the entire room."

I shook my head, but I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. Whatever doubts I'd had moments ago were long gone.

As we entered the grand hall, the atmosphere was already brimming with life.

The flickering candlelight cast a warm, golden glow over the long wooden tables, and the soft hum of conversation filled the air.

Servants moved gracefully through the crowd, offering cups of wine and platters of food, while guests mingled and exchanged greetings.

The feast was well underway, and I felt a surge of excitement—the celebration was just beginning.

Aemond's hand rested firmly on my back as we made our way through the sea of familiar faces, towards the head table where the family had gathered.

I caught the curious glances of the other guests, but all my attention was on the small gathering at the front of the room.

Alicent was the first to notice us. As we approached the table, she raised an elegant brow, her lips curling into a faint smile.

"My dear, you look... lovely," she said, her voice warm, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of something more—a mix of surprise and perhaps a touch of concern as they swept over my outfit.

Her gaze shifted, lingering on Aemond for a moment, as though seeking reassurance.

The unspoken question was clear—What had brought this change in me? Aemond, however, simply shrugged, his lips curling into a subtle, knowing smile.

Alicent's eyes returned to me, softening a little as she nodded in silent approval. I gave her a playful grin in response.

Before I could say anything further, Aegon's gaze landed on me.

The wine in his hand nearly slipped from his grasp, and he let out a startled, disbelieving chuckle as he fumbled to steady the goblet.

His reaction was unmistakable—he was accustomed to his sister-in-law being a quiet, reserved, almost sombre presence.

This, however, was not the same woman who would normally sit beside him at these feasts.

"Brother?" he asked, his voice thick with surprise, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone.

He cast a questioning look at Aemond, who had turned his gaze toward me with an expression of faint amusement.

Aemond glanced at his brother, then back at me.

"The wine," was all he said, his tone low and almost dismissive, as though those two words explained everything.

It was a simple explanation, but one that made Aegon's eyes widen in realization.

Aegon's brow furrowed as he took a sip from his cup, still trying to wrap his mind around the sight of me—his usually composed, soft-spoken sister-in-law, now looking like she had stepped out of a dream or a vision of temptation.

He watched us for a moment, his attention divided between Aemond and me, and I couldn't help but notice the mix of surprise, admiration, and—maybe—concern in his eyes.

I turned away from Aegon, who was still muttering something to himself, and smiled warmly at Helaena, who sat on my other side.

She was gazing at the material of my dress, her fingers lightly tracing the sheer fabric.

She had always been so gentle and kind, and tonight, her soft touch was a calming presence.

"I requested something... a bit different tonight," I confessed softly, leaning into her as she smiled and stroked the delicate pearls along the hem of my gown.

Helaena's fingers danced along the fabric, almost as if she were caressing it in wonder.

"You look beautiful," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, but filled with genuine admiration.

Aemond, sensing his brother's lingering curiosity, shot Aegon a pointed look as the two of them watched their wives.

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough that only his brother could hear.

"The wine," he repeated, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips as he glanced back toward me. "It's... changed her tonight."

Aegon gave a short, breathless laugh and took a longer drink from his cup.

"I can see that," he muttered under his breath, his gaze still fixed on me, as though he couldn't quite believe his eyes.

As I continued to chat with Helaena, the rest of the feast seemed to fade into the background, the weight of the night's revelations settling over us all.

Whether it was the wine or simply the spirit of my name day, the tension, the usual calm and quietness I maintained, had been stripped away—leaving behind something far more bold and daring.

Aemond, despite his usual reserve, was now amused, even protective, his eyes never straying too far from me.

As the night wore on, the feast grew livelier. The food had been devoured, the wine flowed freely, and the air was thick with laughter, chatter, and the clinking of goblets.

The guests had loosened up, and even my normally composed family had allowed themselves a bit more revelry than usual.

It was a celebration, and the wine had worked its magic on everyone, including me.

Aemond and I had settled into a quiet corner of the hall, away from the boisterous crowds, but still close enough to the warmth of the firelight.

The candles flickered softly, casting shadows across his face, which was illuminated by the occasional glint of amusement.

I could feel the effect the night had had on him—his usual composure was slightly undone, though he held it together with practised ease.

He kept his hand on my waist, a reassuring, possessive touch that sent warmth through my entire body.

The wine had made me bold, and I found myself more daring than I'd ever been before.

The veil of restraint had been lifted, and I was revelling in this new, intoxicating freedom. I glanced up at him, my lips curling into a mischievous smile as I leaned in closer.

His single eye was fixed on me, but I could see the subtle tension in his jaw. He knew something was coming—he always did.

But what he didn't know, not yet, was that tonight, I was not the quiet, reserved wife he had grown accustomed to.

I let my breath caress his ear, my voice low and sultry.

"You know," I whispered, pausing just long enough to watch his expression shift, "I can think of a few things we could do... right here... right now."

The words were daring—bold, even—things I would never have spoken aloud before. But the wine had unleashed a side of me I hadn't known existed.

I felt his body stiffen slightly, his breath hitching as he realized what I'd said.

For a moment, his eye darkened, his brow furrowing in surprise. I could feel the muscles in his body tense as if he was trying to reign himself in, to suppress whatever thoughts the mere suggestion had triggered.

His hand gripped my waist a little tighter, and his voice, when he finally spoke, was rough with restraint.

"Careful," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "You're treading dangerously close to my limits, wife."

I giggled, the sound light and teasing, a complete contrast to the heated tension hanging between us.

His eye darkened further, and I could see the war within him—the desire that was growing more impossible to suppress.

Without giving him a moment to respond, I slipped away from his grasp, my smile widening as I sprang to my feet.

I turned and gave him one last playful look, my eyes glinting with mischief.

"Catch me if you can," I teased, my voice ringing out with laughter as I spun away, darting through the crowd.

For a moment, Aemond sat frozen, his expression caught between disbelief and a smouldering intensity that burned in the pit of his stomach.

He had never seen me like this—so unbound, so audacious.

And though he was accustomed to controlling his emotions, to reigning in his passions, tonight was different.

Tonight, it was impossible to ignore the shift in me, the change that had come over me, and the change that had come over him in response.

"Damn you," he muttered under his breath, though the smile playing at the corner of his lips betrayed the amusement he tried to hide.

Without another word, he was on his feet, moving through the guests with a predatory grace.

He didn't need to say anything—his body language said it all. His eye was fixed on me as I weaved through the crowd, laughing all the while, knowing he would chase me down.

I could hear the growing commotion as people noticed the two of us—his determined strides, my playful giggles, and the unmistakable energy between us.

I darted around a table, narrowly avoiding a collision with a few revellers, and looked back to see Aemond gaining on me.

His strides were long, powerful, and graceful.

I loved the way he moved, the way his presence commanded attention.

And in that moment, I realized I was more than willing to embrace this new side of me—this daring, playful, seductive side.

I could hear his footsteps coming closer, and just as I thought I could escape him, I felt a strong hand wrap around my wrist.

"You think you can outrun me, wife?" His voice was a low growl, but there was an edge of amusement in it.

He spun me around to face him, his eye blazing with unspoken desire. His other hand gripped my waist firmly, pulling me close against him.

I let out a breathy laugh, but there was no fear in it—only excitement.

"Maybe," I whispered, a wicked grin playing on my lips. "But you'll have to catch me first."

Aemond's smirk widened, and I could see the struggle on his face as he tried to maintain control. But it was no use.

The fire between us was undeniable, and he was already on the verge of losing himself to it.

"You're playing with fire," he murmured, his breath hot against my lips.

And before I could respond, he captured my mouth with his, kissing me deeply, his hand sliding to the back of my neck, drawing me even closer to him.

The kiss was slow at first, deliberate as if he was savouring every second of the moment.

But soon it turned ferocious, hungry, a culmination of the night's passions that had been building between us.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead resting against mine, we were both breathing heavily, our eyes locked with that undeniable connection—one that had shifted from restraint to something far more primal and daring.

"You've changed," he murmured, his voice rough but full of warmth. "And I love it."

I smiled, my heart racing, as I slipped my arms around his neck. "Good," I whispered. "Because so have you."

And with that, he kissed me again, this time with no reservations, no holding back—just two people fully embracing the night, and each other.

A/n - Aegon gifted that wine btw ALSO your girl turns 21 today idk how it worked out that a fic about birthdays got scheduled for my actual birthday but life's funny like that 😝

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"you know, if being cute was a crime, you'd be guilty as charged!"

you have been at this for hours (it has only been a few minutes) now. wriothesley, who has been idly sipping his tea with a straight face, has not yet wavered at your terrible pick-up lines.

"that one was bad," he sips. you roll your eyes.

you clear your throat, "if fine was a felony, you'd be on death row," you give wriothesley an exaggerated wink.

he gives you a disconcerted look.

you pout, "okay, c'mon! that one was good!"

wriothesley puts his teacup on the table and moves his chair closer to yours, "i don't think death row should be associated with romance," he shakes his head, "that may have been the worse one today."

"i think that was, 'are you a crime? because i'll do you anyday!'" you laugh and grab wriothesley's teacup, taking a drink out of it so ordinarily.

wriothesley basks in this. tonight is a quiet night: the inmates aren't awake, sigewinne has clocked out for the day, and you are here. it's strange how you are one of the loudest people wriothesley knows of, yet you make the world sound so quiet when you're around. whatever your magic is, wriothesley isn't opposed to it.

everything about this scene reads domesticity, even though the two of you have been together for a couple of months. spending late nights together, sleeping in the same bed, drinking out of the same teacup? if someone had told wriothesley a few months ago that he would be doing these things (nevertheless with you), he would have called them mad. but here he is, sitting in his office doing nothing but drinking tea, while hearing you recite horrible pick-up lines.

"wouldn't it be the perfect crime if i stole your heart and you stole mine?" you push the teacup towards you boyfriend.

wriothesley winces, "maybe that was the worse one today."

"what?! i thought that one wasn't bad."

your boyfriend looks to the side, "it was really cheesy."

"clearly, you missed the point of pick-up lines," you lay your head down on the desk, "i'd like to see you come up with one."

wriothesley chuckles. you relish in the fact that you are one of the only people that have ever heard him laugh. it's an unexpected sound, and it always comes out more lighter than most people would think. but it's endearing, just like him; you always think that a light chortle from him would paint your dark skies to a clear blue.

"i'm saving myself from the embarrassment," wriothesley sips out of the teacup, on the same side you drank of, you might add.

"boring," you draw out the syllables of the word.

"what? did you run out of lines?" wriothesley teased you, taking another drink out of the teacup to hide his smile. he watched as your face morphed into a light grimace.

"i did not, actually," you raise your head off the desk, "in fact, i'm thinking of one right now."

"oh no..." wriothesley shivers. you shoot him a petulant look. he backs down.

when you think, you have this habit of sticking your tongue out of your lips, just ever-so slightly. your eyebrows crease just a little bit, not enough to be furrowed, but enough to not be at resting position. your eyes don't narrow, they widen. wriothesley thinks that if someone caught you like this on a kamara, your photos would go down in history.

finally, after what felt like years (it was one minute), you look back up at him. this time, however, your eyes are laced with uncertainty rather than flirtatiousness.

"if being in love is illegal, would you be my partner in crime?"

love. you guys haven't talked about it yet.

was that why your eyes were so full of nervousness? did you think he didn't love you back? if that was the case, then it'd be preposterous, for how can anyone look at you and not fall in love? although, wriothesley supposes that it's a good thing, because that means you're his to have.

one side of his brain is in doubt. it's just a joke, it says, they're not being truthful, it's just a pick-up line. but his heart says otherwise. if they were joking, then why do their eyes look like that? why are they fidgeting with their fingers? why are they gently tapping their foot on the ground?

love has never been a consideration for wriothesley. throughout his life, it has been abandonment and independence. there's only been room for one, not two. but you: you reconstructed his entire mind. so now, when he thinks about drinking tea, he doesn't drink alone anymore. when he's staying late to do paperwork, he doesn't have to be alone while doing so. when there was one, there is now two.

oh.

oh.

oh shit. your confession of love came from a pick-up line. and it actually worked on him, because he loves you back. he loves you back so much. wriothesley loves you back with his heart, his mind, his body, and possibly his soul. and he realized the extent of his love through a pick-up line. from you out of all people.

though, even though he's in love with you, he's not letting you get the satisfaction of your line working.

"i don't know. according to the my close friend, the duke of meropide, he says it's illegal to participate in criminal activities." wriothesley's tone is soft. his eyes are full of endearment. your eyebrows stop crinkling, and your eyes revert back to normal. you know. you know.

you give into an easy smile, "don't you think your friend, the duke, is a little too compliant to the law?"

"sorry, he's not changing his ways. but," wriothesley gets out of his chair and strides towards you. his hand meet your jawline, and his thumb traces the corner of your lip that's turned downwards due to your pout. with his thumb, he guides it upward, making it so you were smiling. he laughs slightly⎯twice tonight, which is something he did not expect to do⎯and moves his thumb to lightly caress your bottom lip.

he uses his hand to tilt your head up towards him. you know what's coming, and you excitedly lean in closer. wriothesley tilts his head down to meet your lips, carefully tracing every angle of your jaw as he does so. you meet him halfway, closing the gap between you two almost immediately. wriothesley can feel you happily grin into the kiss. you grab his shirt collar and pull him closer into you, and he obliges with no hesitation.

you are the first one to pull away, and it takes all of wriothesley's willpower to stop himself from pulling you back in.

"but?" you ask, chest heaving up and down. wriothesley, the bastard, is still breathing normally. "does the duke of meropide have any contentions?"

wriothesley shakes his head, "i think he could make some exceptions," he whispers, grinning while doing so.

he doesn't miss the beaming glow of your smile as leans in once more. and then, he knows that he'll be your partner in crime for a long time.

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Part two of this Worst!Logan request

A/N: Thank you for all the love on part 1; I hope you enjoy part 2 just as much! I have a lot of request that I am currently working on but request are still open for both Logan and Bucky!

Where we left off:

Logan was left standing in his room with wide eyes. Wade was trying to convince you that he loves you…why would you need the convincing? Obviously Logan knew that he needed convincing, like look at him? Hundreds of years older than you, from a whole different universe than you, full of a dark past and trauma…but you loved him too? Or at least you did before he threw a hissy fit tonight. 

FUCK! Logan yelled out when he realized that he had to go fix this now! 

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Logan had to fix his stupidness. After the realization hit him like a truck he rushed out of the apartment with no shoes on. You only lived down the hall, something Logan was always thankful for, and he was even more thankful for it tonight. He reached your door in seconds and knocked on your front door with such force that he was slightly afraid that he might’ve broken the door. I’ll fix it later. He thought to himself as he tried to catch his breath and fix his hair before you opened the door. 

You opened the door far too quickly for his liking, yet way too slow. He was already in his head trying to convince himself that it was probably better for you to be mad at him, for you to not want him around anymore. That’d keep you safe…it would keep him safe. Feelings can be dangerous, relationships and getting close to someone can be dangerous. But he would die if he didn’t have you in his life anymore, he’s gotten greedy, selfish, he’s gotten comfortable for the first time in a long time and he isn’t ready to lose that yet. He won’t lose you, not when he knows you love him back. 

He was in the middle of fixing his hair when you opened the door, embarrassment flooded his body and he quickly ripped his hand away from his hair. “Logan?” You croaked out weakly, your voice thick with tears. His heart breaks in a way it never has before when he looks you in the eyes and sees the redness, the puffiness, the tears falling freely. “Oh. Oh darlin I am such a fool.” His shoulders fell and his own voice thickens with tears. The shame he felt when you started to reassure him made him want to dig his own claws into himself, he shook his head interrupting you and started going into a rant before he even realized what he was doing. 

“I am a fool! I was so wrapped in my own head that I convinced myself that for some fucking reason you were already taken and I didn’t want to get in between you and Wade-” You cut him off quickly, “Wade!?!” Logan winced when you exclaimed his roommates name, “I know okay! I know how ridiculous I’ve been, I was so blinded by you being close to Wade and all of the whispers and the sharing of clothes and the touching that I didn’t even notice the way you would get up early to make my coffee or stay up late when I had to work a closing shift even though you had to be up at 5 in the morning, I didn't notice that you always asked me how I was doing and never took okay or fine as an answer. I didn't even realize that you only cleaned my wounds and allowed Wade's wounds to get infected if he didn't clean them himself! I didn’t allow myself to see how much you cared about me because I still don’t think I deserve that; I don’t deserve tenderness, the soft caresses and whispers…I don’t deserve you darlin I just don’t.” He ended his rant with a whisper, nearly ashamed of himself for feeling this way and for admitting this aloud to someone as caring as you. 

He knows how much you care about him, he knows you won’t judge him or be mad at him for long, but he is so ashamed that he ever doubted you, there’s still a part of him that’s upset with himself for being so mad towards Wade when he thought you were with Wade. Wade deserves someone as kind and loving as you, Logan just wants to be greedy and keep you to himself.  You could tell that Logan was starting to get back into his head, he was starting to get that dazed off look in his eyes, it was like he was in another word when he started overthinking like this. “Logan” You called out to him before slowly touching his arm. “Why don’t you come inside? I’ll make us some coffee or tea and we can talk about where you’re taking me on our first date.” He looked at you with clear shock on his face, he was fully prepared for you to tell him to fuck off. Your laugh ringed through the air making his heart mend back together again. “Come on you fool” You teased him with a smirk and a quick roll of your eyes, he stumbled over his feet and ended up on your couch quicker than he could notice. 

It was the first time he had actually been in your apartment, and he never wanted to leave. Looking around it looked very you, very lived in, very homey. Your warmth surrounded him, your scent enveloped him, it felt like home. It felt like peace. 

You came back with two mugs and handed him his with that soft smile that he fell in love with. You sat next to him and started listing ideas for what the two of you could do for your first date; “We could go to dinner, we could watch a movie, we could go to a museum, we could–” You ended up sitting your mug on your coffee table in front of the couch at some point during your ramble, Logan wasn’t sure when it happen but he is positive that it did happen because he’ll never forget the feeling of your head on his shoulder as you finally decided where the two of you would go this weekend for your first official date. 

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forgotten date - e. buckley

evan buckley x fem!reader

summary: after missing your anniversary due to his job, Buck realises he needs to make it up to you.

w/c: 1.6k

It had been weeks since you and Evan had any quality time together. Between back-to-back shifts, emergency calls, there was just never enough time. You had tried to be understanding — Evan's job was demanding, and the sacrifices it required were constant. But tonight was supposed to be different. It was your 3-year anniversary, and he had promised to meet you at the restaurant you'd gone to on your first date.

You had spent all day looking forward to it. You got dressed up, put on some makeup, and did your hair. You couldn't wait to finally spend some quality time with your fiancé. At the restaurant, you sat by the window, glancing out every few minutes, expecting to see Buck pull up with that smile of his that had drawn you in the first time you met.

But as the minutes turned to an hour, your hope began to dim. You checked your phone again. No message. No missed call. He wouldn't just ditch you like that, right? He knows how important this date is to you and he wouldn't miss it, or at least not on purpose, but you were starting to doubt that he was actually going to show up.

Across town, unbeknownst to you, Buck was in the middle of an intense rescue mission. A fire had broken out in an apartment complex, and the team was working tirelessly to evacuate everyone. In the rush, time slipped away from him. Even as the fire started to calm and they secured the scene, his mind was still on the task at hand, his adrenaline too high to remember the dinner he’d promised.

Back at the restaurant, you were sitting alone, watching as couples came and went. The waiter politely asked if you were ready to order, only for you to decline. After two hours, the embarrassment and hurt were too much for you to handle. You quietly paid for the drinks you'd ordered while waiting and left, the rain pouring down outside, soaking you as you walked to your car.

By the time Buck got back to the station and finally remembered, it was far too late. He glanced at his phone, dread filling his chest as he saw your name on the screen. Missed calls. A few messages, at first excited, then worried, and finally one that stung the most: "I guess you're not coming."

He rushed out of the firehouse, still in his uniform, heart pounding in his chest. Buck drove straight to your shared apartment, hoping that somehow he could explain, that somehow this could be fixed. But when you opened the door, the look on your face shattered him. It wasn't anger — it was sadness. Deep, aching sadness that Buck had put his job, once again, before you.

"You didn't even call," you said quietly, stepping aside to let him in, though you weren't sure if you really wanted to talk to him. "You forgot, didn't you?"

Buck's mouth opened to apologize, to explain, but the words died in his throat. He had forgotten. He hadn't meant to, but what good were his intentions when he still hurt you unintentionally? He saw the effort you had put in — your outfit, the soft makeup, the hair you'd styled just for him — and it made him feel like the worst person alive.

"I'm sorry," he finally managed, voice cracking. "The fire- it was bad. I didn't realize how late it was, and I-"

You cut him off, your tone gentle but distant. "It's not just about tonight, Buck. It's every time. I get it, your job is important, but... I'm here too. I needed you tonight, and you weren't there. Not even a text. Nothing."

Buck ran a hand through his hair, his heart sinking further. "Baby, I swear, I didn't mean to forget. I would never hurt you on purpose."

"I know you wouldn't," you replied, your eyes brimming with tears. "But it doesn't change the fact that I'm standing here, feeling like an idiot for thinking you'd actually show up. I don't know how many more times I can do this," you paused, steadying your breath. "I wait, and I worry, and I tell myself it's okay because you're saving lives. But what about us, Buck? Who's going to save us?"

The silence that followed was unbearable. Buck reached out, taking your hands in his, but you didn't squeeze back. His stomach twisted as what you said hit him. This wasn't just about a forgotten date — it was about the cracks in your relationship that had been forming for a long time.

"I love you, Y/N," he said, voice low and honest. "I don't want to lose you. Please… let me fix this."

You pulled your hands away, wrapping your arms around yourself. "I love you too, Buck, but I don't know if that's enough when I keep feeling like this. I don't want to be the person you constantly forget about because of your job. I can't live like that."

Buck's chest tightened, the reality hitting him hard. He had always known the risks that came with his job, but he never thought it would be what tore you apart. Now, standing in front of the person he loved, he realized that it wasn't just his life on the line every time he went out on a call — it was your relationship too.

"I'll do better," Buck promised, though he wasn't even sure how to make that happen. "Please… just give me another chance."

Your gaze softened, but the pain was still there. "I don't want promises, Buck. I need actions. I need you to show me that we matter. That I matter."

Buck felt a knot in his chest, but he nodded. He didn't want to leave things like this. "What if… what if we start right now?" he said, his voice gentle. "We don't have to go out or do anything big. How about we just have a movie night? I'll shut my phone off, and we can spend the evening together. No distractions, no interruptions. Just us."

You looked at him for a long moment, the hesitation clear in your eyes. "No firehouse calls, no emergencies?"

Buck smiled, though it was tinged with a bit of sadness. “Of course."

After a moment, you nodded. "Okay. Let's have a movie night," you said, a small smile spreading across your face.

Relief washed over Buck, and he wasted no time in making good on his promise. He quickly changed out of his uniform while you set up the living room. A few minutes later, you were curled up on the couch under a soft blanket, Buck's arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders. The TV played a movie, but neither of you were really paying much attention to the movie.

It wasn't about the movie; it was about being together.

Buck kept his arm around you, holding you close, his thumb gently tracing soothing circles on your arm. After some time, you leaned into him more, resting your head on his chest.

"I'm sorry I let you down," Buck murmured, his voice low as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "I never want you to feel like you're not a priority. You mean everything to me."

You sighed softly, the warmth of Buck's embrace slowly easing the hurt that had been building up. "I know your job is important, Buck, but I just… I want to feel like I'm important too. Like you want to be here as much as you want to be out there saving people."

Buck tightened his hold on Y/N, his heart aching at their words. "I do want to be here. I love my job, but I also love you more. I'll show you, okay? I'll make more time for us. I don't want to lose this. I don't want to lose you."

You looked up at him, your eyes searching his face. Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, you gave him a small, tired smile. "I don't want to lose you either, Buck."

Buck grinned and leaned down, closer to you. "Good. Because I'm planning on keeping you forever."

You chuckled softly. "Forever’s a long time, Buck."

"Exactly my point," Buck teased. "So you're stuck with me."

You smiled and rested your head back on his shoulder. "I think I can live with that."

For the next few hours, you stayed like that, curled up together. At one point, Buck pulled a corner of the blanket up and draped it over your legs, tucking you in a little closer. "Can't have you getting cold," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, making you shiver.

Eventually, the conversation trailed off, and the warmth of Buck’s body, combined with the low hum of the movie, made you doze off, your head resting on him. Buck noticed when your breathing became deeper, your body relaxing fully against his.

He glanced down at you, his heart swelling with affection. Your hand was still resting on his chest, your fingers loosely gripping his shirt. Smiling softly, Buck took your hand in his, lacing his fingers through yours as he gently stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. He kissed the top of your head, careful not to wake you. Your head nuzzled deeper into the crook of his neck, your body sinking further into his warmth.

Buck leaned his head back against the couch, eyes half-lidded as he watched the movie play on in the background. It wasn't a grand gesture or a big apology, but in that moment, Buck knew this was what you needed — time together, without the world pulling him away. As you slept peacefully on his shoulder, Buck held you close, vowing to never take your love for granted again.

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sephiroth + "it's getting crowded. here, hold my hand." and/or "i will never let you go."

p.s i adore how you write sephiroth sm i will always eat it up ravenously thank you <333

ahhh thank you so much lovely!<3 i wrote one but i'm still gonna write the other because i can't help myself with this man hehe🤭🩷 i hope you enjoy this one🥺 it got kinda long im sorry ahh again i could not help myself😵‍💫

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"it's getting crowded. here, hold my hand." | sephiroth x reader with no pronouns used

tonight the moon seems nothing more than a dim light in the distance against the bright city street that is busy with midgar citizens despite the late hour. booths and open storefronts line the street for as far as you can see, public security having blocked off the area so no vehicles could get through and people could wander the bustling night market freely. the scent of sweet and fried foods fills the air, accompanied by the chatter and giggles of everyone around you but it all feels dull against the butterflies in your chest that hadn’t stopped for a single moment since the start of your walk home.

but how could they when sephiroth had waited at the office in order to see you home safely and had kept close since you left the shinra building? you could feel the heat of his body, his long strides slowed in order to keep next to you but it’s a comfortable pace as he walks on the side of the walkway closest to the street and crowds of people.

with how broad his shoulders are, anytime you look up at him, he takes up your whole world, making your cheeks burn at the reminder of just how beautiful he is and how close he actually is to you. one sway of your hand to the right and your fingers would be brushing against his. you could reach out and move his long hair away from his face to give you a better view of those cat-like eyes that have always captivated you. but you don’t and instead let yourself fall into a comfortable silence when your mind runs away with thoughts of how it would feel to card you fingers through his hair, touch the tender skin of his cheek-

before you can get too far away from the reins you normally keep on your feelings for him, your attention to your surroundings come back just in time to see someone running in your direction a little too late for you to move out of the way, their eyes not in front of them and instead of the person jogging beside them. your body tenses, your eyes closing and you draw in a quick breath as if to prepare for the impact and the crash to the ground.

while you do feel the world around you move, there’s no force to the ground and instead of a harsh clashing of bodies, it’s as though you’re being gently tucked into one. the smell of leather and flora fills your senses and you know without a doubt you’re against sephiroth even before your eyes open to confirm it’s true. he had moved so quickly you are only now registering the arm around your middle that keeps you pressed against his body and when your eyes flutter open to be met with his worried ones, light brows knitted together in concern, you’re glad for it as your knees wobble.

he feels the shift in your body weight and easily adjusts his hold on you so you don’t lose your footing but hopes that you don’t hear or feel the way his heart is rapidly beating in his chest with how it feels to have you pressed into him. it certainly gets no better when you look up at him with eyes that sparkle in the street lights. but to his surprise, despite the overwhelming bursts of electricity firing off like fireworks in his chest, he’s able to speak.

“are you alright?”

slow to pull away, regretful that you have to, you feel his hold leave your side only when he knows you’re steady on your feet. your nod your head and the smile you wear is hiding your embarrassment. “ah - sorry about that.”

“it’s fine,” he chuckles, low and sweet, and the melody of it stops your worries in their tracks. all you can focus on is his handsome face in a soft, almost boyish, expression you quite like on him. “distracted by something?”

your cheeks burn and you’re unable to meet his eyes. yes but you’re not able to admit about what. “i guess so,” you try not to think about what was keeping your eyes and your mind occupied, what it felt like to be in his arms, pressed against his chest, just moments ago even though the feeling of him still tingles your skin everywhere your bodies connected. “theres.. just a lot going on out here. i think i’m a little used to the quieter walk home.”

it wasn’t entirely a lie. normally this street was empty on your way home and anytime sephiorth walked you it was just the two of you. you think you both prefer it that way considering how many eyes have looked sephiroths way tonight. you’re thankful they at least have been too busy to stop the famous war hero. or perhaps too scared to with how intimidating his presence felt to most. 

a feeling that wasn’t in your personal repertoire of emotions for him.

oh no, there was nothing close to intimidation or fear when he closes the distance between you, one step that puts you impossibly close as a couple walks behind him and takes a double look back. you hear them whisper his name amongst themselves but his focus is only on you. you’re unable to discern the emotions swirling like mako in his eyes but a part of you wonders if they are mirroring your own.

sephiroth knows this is just a crowd of citizens, not a battlefield or enemy territory, but there’s a deep need within him to protect you, keep you as close as possible so you don’t have to worry about anyone nearly crashing into you again or touching you if you don’t want them to. 

he’s been keenly aware of everyone around you, not normally liking being in such large crowds to begin with and wanting to ensure your safety always, but a part of him is also thankful for them tonight. at least in the sense that he might not have given in to his want to hold you had he not needed to in order to keep you safe. such intimate and tender moments are not something he is used to in the slightest but he craved it with you and the desire had only grown each time you touched. 

now was no exception - goddess it had only made it amplify to the tenth degree. he hadn’t wanted you to step away from his chest that caught your breath on his exposed skin or to be away from the softness of you in his hold. and you’re still here, right in front of him, right within his grasp, so close he could easily lean down and capture your lips.

it takes all of his strength to fight against the heart in his chest that aches for you but even in his seemingly infinite might, it still somehow gets the better of him. if only a bit.

“it's getting crowded. here, hold my hand.”

in your speechless state, all you can do is nod at his words as your cheeks burn and you take his offered hand. the leather of his gloves feels clean and his hand easily encases your own with its size but you also can’t deny how utterly perfect it feels and give it an experimental squeeze at the first step you take back down the street, hoping this walk home will last much longer tonight.

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[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine getting King to dance with you

At a beast pirate party

Kaido: [drunk] King, why won't you dance with me?

King: [sneers in disgust] I don't dance.

Kaido: [crying] it's like you don't care about me at all!

King: [huffs] I will do anything for you Kaido-sama... Well, anything but that.

Kaido: [puts on a puppy-dog face, in an attempt to bed] pwease?

King: ... I will not debase myself for the entertainment of others, and please don't do that sir, it's unbecoming.

Queen: [takes Kaido's hand, twirls, and dips him in his arms] Fret not boss, I shall dance with you!

Kaido: [initiates a tango]

Crew: [cheers]

King: [retreats to his seat next to you] finally

You: [smiles at him] Would you like a drink, sir?

King: [yes please [scoops up his sake cup and holds it out to you]

You: [pours him a drink] There you go, you've had a long day, you deserve a nice cold cup of sake.

King: [downs it in one gulp and holds it out again] I deserve more than one for putting up with that scumbag Queen.

You: ... you don't like being in the spotlight, do you?

King: It's not my favorite.

Later, when the party is winding down

You: [a bit drunk, and dancing with a few female crew members]

King: [gets up and stumbles a bit] I think I am going to retire for the night]

You: aww, not yet King, I haven't seen you dance yet.

King: I told you I don't dance.

You: But you move so elegantly when you fight, there's no doubt in my mind that you must be a good dancer.

King: you think I move elegantly during combat?

You: you must have at least one dance move in your repertoire.

King: [huffs]

You: please.

King: [reluctantly does the stanky leg]

You: AAHhh!

King: [heats up with embarrassment, and makes heat mirages appear around his head] Can I go to bed now?

You: yes, you may, but wait up, I'm coming with you. If you're not here, this party isn't worth staying at.

King: oh, okay.

You: [grabs your stuff] let's bounce.

King: I'll walk you to your rooms.

You: how kind of you.

At your rooms

You: Thank you for your company tonight

King: wait [grabs your hand and pulls you closer to him, and starts to dance to the muffled music from the party]

You: oh, so you do dance.

King: only for you.

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Summary: Anon request - "virgin!reader x Sam"

Warnings: soft SMUT18+, some strong language, mentions of wine, fingering, protected first time sex, hair pulling, sensual smut, fully smut

Word count: 4.2k | not edited

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"You don't have any plans tonight, do you?" Sam asks as he slips his big sweater over his head. You purse your lips as you think for a second before shaking your head, "Not unless they're with you."

You smile as he smiles and he walks back over to you, "Good. I made us dinner reservations, I'll be back at six to get you."

"Fancy or casual?" You turn around to rest your arms on the back of the couch, eyes watching him as he comes over and leans down, "Slightly fancy."

He peck your lips, "That okay?"

You nod, "more than okay, baby."

He brushes hair from your face, "Okay." He presses his lips to your forehead, "See you later."

You hold your hand up, watching as he walks towards the door, "Bye." As soon as the door closes, you pull your phone out, texting your best friend to call you.

A few minutes later, your phone rings and you answer, "Sam has a dinner planned tonight." You blurt out, "I think.. I think he wants to, you know."

"Have sex?" She asks with a slight laugh, "There's nothing wrong about that word, y/n."

"I know.." you say resting your cheek in your palm, "I just.. we've been dating for almost- we'll, it'll be three months tomorrow and I.." you let out a sigh, "I haven't told him yet."

"Told him wh- wait." She pauses for a moment, "You haven't told him that you've never had sex before?"

You loved your best friend because you can talk to her about anything, no shame at all.

She was your safe place.

No judgment at all.

"I haven't.. I just didn't know when, not like there's a right or wrong time or anything but mainly because I'm scared to tell him."

"Why are you scared, y/n?" She asks, pausing so you can answer, "What if he thinks I'm weird?"

She laughs, loudly, "I highly, and I mean high-ly doubt that he'll think you're weird. Someone who has never had sex before is hard to come by."

"I just.. I don't want to embarrass myself with him, you know, like I really want to with him, I just let my mind get the best of me, I guess."

"I want you to listen to me, y/n." She sighs, "The way Sam looks at you, is the way someone who knows they have a forever in their hands looks at someone, and that's even more rare than someone who still has their virginity."

You smile, "I know it's probably way too soon, but I honestly do think I love him."

"I wouldn't doubt it. You guys are tooth rottenly perfect for each other." She laughs slightly, "I'm sure he feels the same way about you."

You take a deep breath, "I'm going to tell him tonight, I mean it it all goes wrong and he does find me weird-"

She cuts you off, "He's not going to find you weird." She laughs, "I'm sure that will turn him on even more."

"Oh gosh, no. Stop it." You close your eyes, shaking your head, "I'm already nervous as is."

"Sorry, but no. I think it'll be okay." She pauses, "Just remember, that good things take time, and I'm sure that you being such a pure little angel will make it even better."

You smile, laughing slightly as you nod to yourself, "I'm sure you're right and I'm just overreacting."

"Isn't that what usually happens?" She laughs and you your eyes, "Mhm."

"Alright, well let me know how it goes. If you need, my door is always open for you."

You smile, "Thank you. I'll call you tomorrow or something."

"Sounds good. Now go pick out a pretty dress."

"I'll send you pictures. Thank you." You stand up and she sighs, "You got this. He isn't going to go anywhere."

"Okay." You nod, "Talk later."

"Talk later."

You hang up, letting out a long sigh as you make your way into your room to rummage through your closet.

After a while of holding up dresses to your body, you settle on a white knit dress with a cropped sweater attached to it.

You lay it on the bed, walking over to find a pair of shoes that go with it nicely. You pull out each pair of heel you have, nervous that nothing will go with it.

You set a pair of tan ankle boots next to it and tilt your head as you take a picture to send to your friend.

You smile at her reply, That is the cutest dress ever and the light tan color of those boots go so well. You'll look great, y/n!

You text her back and look at the time, it's almost four, which means you have two hours until Sam is back to pick you up.

You head for the shower, hoping to wash some of the anxiety you have, away.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You set the curling iron down after curling the last strand of your hair. You look into the mirror of your vanity and let out a sigh, "You got this."

Your phone vibrates and you pick it up, smiling when you see a text from Sam, On my way, sweetheart.

You text back, See you soon, baby.

You set your phone down, applying any last minute touches to your makeup before you stand up to smooth out your dress.

You grab your purse, hooking it onto your shoulder before snapping a picture to send to your friend.

She replies back as you walk out of your room, telling you that you look pretty and what not. She was your biggest support, besides Sam.

Sam has been there for you through everything that's happened these last two, almost three months. You guys clicked instantly and just like your friend said, you felt like you had forever in your hands when you looked at him, too.

There's a knock on your door and you stand up, walking over to open it. An instantly smile on your face when your eyes meet Sam's.

"Wow, you look gorgeous." He smiles as his eyes move down your body, "These are for you."

Your lips slightly part as your eyes move down to the bouquet of red roses in his hand, "Sam." You whisper looking back up at him as you take them, "They're so beautiful."

You open your arm, wrapping it around his neck. His hand lays on your hip and he turns his head to kiss your cheek, "Beautiful flowers, for a beautiful girl. You ready?”

You smile, "Yeah, let me just set these on the counter." You turn, walking back into your apartment to set them down on the counter, "Okay. Ready."

You walk over to him and link your arm with his. You pull your door shut before he leads you down to his car. He opens the passenger door for you, giving you a smile before he closes it.

He walks around, getting into the drivers seat, "That dress looks beautiful on you."

You run your hand over the fabric and look up at him, "Thank you. I got it a few weeks ago, figured now was the perfect time to wear it."

"Any time would have been the perfect time, babe." Sam smiles as he lays his hand on yours, interlocking your fingers together.

You bring your other hand over, tracing gentle circles on top of his hand. Your mind starts racing, but you quickly shut it down by reminding yourself of what your friend said.

You rest your head back, staring out the window at the lights of the city. Sam squeezes your hand, "You okay?"

You look over at him, "What, babe?"

"I asked if you're okay." He glances over at you, "You're quiet."

"Oh, I'm fine. Just enjoying the lights." You nod towards the window and he tilts his head, "You sure?"

You nod at him, "Yes, baby. I'm good." You smile, giving his hand a squeeze back. He smiles and pulls up to the doors.

You look over at him, "Valet?"

He smiles and nods, "Uh huh. Now wait here." He gets out, walking around to your side. He talks to the attendant before opening your door, "This way, sweetheart."

He holds his hand out and you take it as you exit the car, "Sam. This place is fancy."

He wraps an arm around your waist as you walk in, "You deserve it."

You smile as you walk with him to your table. He pulls your chair out for you and you sit down. He helps move your chair in before moving to sit beside you.

Your eyes scan down over the menu, "Everything sounds so good."

He nods, "I came here with Colby a few months ago, it was very good."

You set your menu down, looking from it to Sam, "I have to tell you something."

You can see it in his face that he doesn't like the sound of that but you quickly reassure, "Don't worry, it's nothing bad."

He lets out a sigh, "Oh god. Okay." He laughs slightly, "What's up, babe?"

Just as you're about to say it, the waiter comes over, "Good evening, my name is Frankie, I'll be your waiter tonight. Can I get you started with something to drink?"

"Hello Frankie." Sam gives him a smile, "Actually, yes." He looks over at you, "How does a bottle of Sangria sound?"

You smile and nod, "Please."

Sam looks back at Frankie, "Well do a bottle of Sangria, red." He nods at Sam and smiles, "I'll be right back with that."

"Thank you." You and Sam say as he walks away. Sam looks at you, taking your hand, "So you were saying?"

You laugh nervously, "Oh, yeah. That." You brush a curl from your face and sigh, "There's something I've been meaning to tell you, and I think you need to know before anything happens-"

He cuts you off, "Anything, sweetheart. You can tell me anything." You catch the hint of worry in his voice so you lean in, "I'm.." you pause, laughing slightly as you build up the courage.

You look up at him, "I'm a.. virgin."

He lets out the breath he was holding, "I thought you were going to say you can't see me anymore or something."

You lay your other hand on top of the one that's in your hand, "No, baby." You shake your head, "I just thought I should tell you, I'm not trying to rush anything by saying that, I just.." you raise your brows, "I just don't have any personal experience and I figured that that would be embarrassing on my end."

He reaches his hand up, thumb brushing your cheek, "There's nothing embarrassing about that, sweetheart." He smiles, "I think.. that's kind of sexy."

Your friend was right, you think as you bite your bottom lip, "Really?"

"There's a first time for everything, darling.." Sam smiles, "And if you are willing, I'd be honored to show you the ropes." He winks, causing a slight blush to take to your cheeks.

"Considering we're celebrating our three month anniversary tonight.." you rest your elbows on the table and lean forward, "I think tonight would be the perfect night for you to do that."

He tilts his head, "It's been three months already?"

You laugh, "I know. Time flies when you're having a good time." He laughs, sighing as he looks up at Frankie, "Thank you."

He nods, "Are we ready to order yet?"

"I am." Sam nods and looks over at you, "You know whatcha want?"

You motion to him, "You go first." You look back down over menu as Sam orders. You look up, ordering what you want before Frankie walks away.

You feel Sam slip his hand under yours and you look over at him as you sit your wine. He stares at you for a few seconds, "Why were you nervous to tell me?"

You shrug, "I didn't want you to think I was weird."

He laughs slightly, "Oh baby, why would I think you're weird? I think that's a good thing, you know?"

"Well.." you sigh with a smile, "That's certainly a relief."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·

As you leave the restaurant, your arm linked with Sam's, you can but feel a rush up nervous excitement.

You were more than ready to give yourself to Sam.

You wanted him to be the one to have you for the first time.

The more you thought about it, the more it felt like it was meant to happen this way.

You watch as the valet attendant brings his car around. Sam leads you down, opening the passenger door for you.

"Thank you, baby." You give him a kiss on the cheek before getting in. He smiles, "More than welcome, my love."

He shuts your door, waving to the attendant and yelling a quick 'thank you' before getting in, "Alright. So where to now?"

"We can go back to my place." You bite your lip as you look over at him. He smirks, "say no more." He starts to drive, his hand finding yours like it always does.

You can tell he wants to ask something, but chooses not to.

"You can ask me, babe." You laugh slightly, "I'll answer any question you have."

He glances over at you, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable by asking anything."

You shake your head, "You won't."

"Why haven't you.." he pauses, "i don't know how to word it." He laughs nervously and you rest your head back, "Why haven't I ever had sex with anyone before?"

He nods and you shrug, "I just.. I don't know, really. It just never felt right with anyone. I was thinking about it, after I told you, and I honestly feel like it was meant to be this way."

He smiles as he comes to a stop, looking over at you, "Really?"

You nod, "I haven't felt this way with anyone. I actually told my friend earlier today that-" you stop once you realize what you're about to say.

You look over at him and he nods, "Keep going."

You take a calming breath, "I was just telling her today that I think.." you smile slightly, "I'm falling in love with you."

A smile takes over his face and he shakes his head, "I actually had sorta the same conversation with Colby the other day."

"You did?" You can feel your cheeks heating and he nods. He brings your hand up to his lips, pressing them against the back of it, "I love you, y/n."

Your heart skips a beat and you nod, "I love you, Sam."

He presses a few kisses onto the back of your hand as he comes to a stop at a red light. He lets go of your hand and reaches up to pull you over as he leans over, and that's right when you knew that you definitely have the kissing at red lights kind of love.

"When we get back to my place.." you whisper as you lean back, "I want you to take me into my room and show me just how much you love me."

You were shocked that those words came from your lips.

But you weren't arguing about it.

"Anything for you, baby." Sam takes his hand back into yours as he continues driving.

Your stomach fills with, what feels like a thousand butterflies and he pulls into the parking space in front of your building.

He looks over at you, reaching up to cup your cheek with his hand, "I've never felt this much love for someone."

You lay your hand on his, "Me too, Sam."

He pulls you in, pressing his lips to yours before whispering a small, "Come on, sweetheart." He gets out, and like usual, comes and opens your door.

You cling to his arm, smiling as you walk up to your door. You unlock it, immediately pulling him in. He kicks the door shut as your hands go to the sides of his neck, lips meeting his.

His hands go to your waist, backing you up a few steps before he pulls your body into his.

"Are you sure?" He whispers, leaning his head back a little to look at you.

"I've never been more sure of anything before, Sam."

He smiles, brushing hair from your face, "Okay." He leans down, gripping the back of your thighs so he can lift you up.

Your legs circle his waist, arms wrapping around his neck as he walks you into your bedroom.

The most you’ve done with Sam is an old fashioned high school make out. Nothing more. He never pressured you into more, with him, it just feels so right.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, pressing little kisses onto your cheek as he lays you down on the bed. Your legs fall to his sides and he leans up to shrug off his jacket.

You watch was his hands move to undo each button on his white shirt as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

Your eyes move up to meet his as he slides it down his shoulders and drops it to the floor. He leans back down, body over yours as he presses his lips to yours again.

He grinds against you, earning a low moan from your lips, “That’s it, baby.” He kisses down your neck and back up, “If it feels good, tell me.”

You nod, tilting your head back as he attaches his lips to the skin of your neck, sucking to leave a mark.

You moan out quietly as your nails dig into his shoulders. His hand moves down to pull your dress up, letting it lay high on your thighs.

His hand dips in between them, gently dragging lines up and down your clothed, but soaked center.

“Please.” You whimper as you move your hips, “Please, touch me.”

He nods once, tilting his head slightly as he watches your face. He slips his fingers into the crutch of your panties, pushing them over before gently gliding a finger up and down, “This what you wanted, baby?”

You nod quickly, moving your hips up and down, “Y-yes.”

You thought him just grazing the outside of your pussy felt good, but it quickly heightened when he slowly plunged his finger into you.

You arched your back, letting out a whine as you squeezed around his finger.

“Feel good?” Sam asks rubbing your thigh with his free hand. You look up at him, lips parted as you moan to him slowly moving his finger out and back in, “Fuck, yes.”

Sam bites his lip, watching your body move from the pleasure he’s giving you.

He was in awe that you were his.

He slid his hand over, palming himself through his suit pants because the image of you was making him ache.

“Fuck, I know I keep saying it, but you look so beautiful.” He leans down, hand still between your legs, “So pretty.”

He gently presses his lips to yours and your hands move to his neck, sliding one hand up to tangle in his hair.

He lets out a groan as you tug, “So mine.”

You smile against his lips, arching your back as he curls his finger, “Fuck.” You slide your hands down his chest, “Please, Sam. I need you.”

He nods, “Alright.” He slowly pulls his finger out, “Take this off for me.” He tugs the hem of your dress before getting up to take off his pants.

His eyes are glued on you as you sit up to reveal your body to him. You let the dress drop to the floor before reaching behind you to unhook your bra.

He slips his fingers into the band of his boxers, pausing to just take a good look at you.

“What?” You ask, a shy tone consuming your words.

He shakes his head, “Nothing, I-“ he sighs and smiles, “You’re just.. ravishing.”

You give him a smile and look down, “Oh, thank you.” He strips away from his boxers, “Do you have a condom, by chance?”

“Actually.. I do.” You laugh, “my friend gave it to me a few weeks ago, long story but it pertains to you.”

He chuckles, “Oh jeeze, okay.” He walks over to the stand you pointed to, pulling out and putting it on before walking over to crawl up between your legs again, “You okay?”

You look up at him, laughing nervously, “Just.. kinda nervous.”

He brushes your cheek with his hand, “I got you, sweetheart.” He leans in, pressing his lips to your forehead, “If it hurts or gets to be too much, I’ll stop.”

You nod, lying back as he moves up to hover over you, “Tell me when.”

You take a deep breath, giving him a nod, “I’m ready.”

Sam gathers some spit onto his fingertips and reaches down to coat the tip of his cock, “Just try and relax, baby.”

You spread your legs, laying your hands on his biceps as he positions himself at the entrance. You close your eyes, the rollercoaster of emotions hitting you at once.

Nervous.

Excited.

Happy.

But, you were ready for him.

You close your eyes, squeezing his biceps as he slowly slides into you, “Fuck.” He breathes out, “You okay?”

You nod quickly, eyes still shut tight, “Yeah.”

He pauses for a moment, reaching up to tilt your head up, “You sure?” You give him a smile, “Yes.” You lay your hand on his cheek, “K-keep going.”

He brushes hair from your face before reaching for your hand, interlocking your fingers with his. He continues to push in, earning small moans from you.

You wrap your leg over his waist, squeezing his hand tight.

“Sam.” You moan out quietly, “That feels so good.”

He leans down, peppering your face with kisses, “That’s good, baby.” He pushes all the way in, resting for a moment, “You feel so good.”

You lay your free hand on his cheek, wiggling your hips ever so slightly, “Okay.”

He tilts his head, “Ready?”

You nod and gasp as he pulls out, gently thrusting back in, “Fuck, y/n. You feel incredible.”

His words send the anxiety and nervousness away. You feel so much closer to him already. You now know that this was the way it was supposed to be.

“I love you.” You whisper out, “I love you.”

Sam rests his forehead against yours, “I love you so much.” He lifts his head to plant a kiss, “So fucking much.”

You snake your arm under his, laying your hand in the center of his back as you moan out, louder than they’ve been.

“You sound so pretty.” Sam whispers in your ear before kissing down your neck. He groans lowly, “I want to get you off before I do, okay?”

“Okay.” You breathe out, “Fuck.”

He thrust a little bit faster, still holding your hand in his. He reaches down with his other hand, pulling your arm away from his and holding your other hand.

He pins it by your head, forehead on yours, “I can’t get over you.” He whispers lowly, a moan following his words.

You smile slightly, brows furrowing as you feel an intense pleasure building up in your stomach, “I-I think I’m close.”

He nods, “Whenever you want, sweetheart.” Sam kisses your lips and you moan into his mouth, “Shit. Shit.”

You tighten your leg around his waist, bringing the other one up to lock around him. Your eyes roll shut as your back lifts off the bed and you squeeze his cock.

You drag your moan out, “Fuuuck.”

“That’s it baby. Cum for me.” Sam encourages, “That’s my girl.” He lets go of your one hand to brush hair from your face, “So fucking beautiful.”

Your chest rises and falls quickly as you come down, Sam not too far behind you.

His throws slow down, almost to a completely stop and you feel him twitch inside of you. He presses kisses over your face, “You okay?”

You nod, laying your hands on his cheeks, “I’m wonderful, baby.”

He smiles, “Alright, I’m gonna..” he nods down and you brace yourself before he slowly pulls out. He gets up, walking over to your bathroom to discard the condom and to grab a towel for you to clean up with.

You toss the towel down and turn back slightly to move the covers of the bed down. You move up and slide your legs under them, “Are you staying the night?”

You look up at him with a smile and he smiles, “You know it.”

He walks over to you, sliding in beside you and pulling the blankets up around you both. You snuggle into his chest, letting out a content sigh, “I definitely believe now, that this is the way it was to happen for me.”

Sam rubs your back as he smiles, “You think?” He looks down at you and you look up at him, “I know.”

─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ───

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Warnings: 18+ content, cw inc*st, unhealthy relationship dynamics

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Part 2

Paul gives me my space and doesn’t push for me to spend my days with him. Although I knew he was restless with the distance after having me so frequently before. During the day I was distant but late into the night I would find myself wrapped around him making up for hurting him with my absence. I noticed our mothers eyes were watching me less. Her look, less severe and she seemed content to leave me be, once again.

When we arrived on Arrakis, the dry heat felt as if it weighed down upon my flesh and bones. The wind blew dust rapidly around us as we walked to the thopter. It felt so surreal finally being here. This wasn’t a dream. This was real, and I nearly lost my footing in a particularly strong gust. Nearly. Paul latched onto me, saving me the embarrassment of falling with the natives watching us, shouting at us. He didn’t let go of me until I climbed in ahead of him and found a seat in the back of the ornithopter. 

“Lisan al Gaib” They’d called out. Pointing fingers at us. 

The term was familiar to me, and yet I could not recall what it meant. Once seated and buckled in, we flew to the palace. Paul once again spoke my thoughts. Asking our mother what they were shouting out.

“Voice from the outer world. It’s their name for messiah.” Says Lady Jessica.

“It means the Bene Gesserit have been at work here.” She continues.

“Planting superstitions?” He questions.

“Preparing the way, Paul. These people have waited for centuries for the Lisan al Gaib. They see you, they see the signs.”

“They see what they’ve been told to see.” He looks away from her. Done with the conversation.

As far as the eye could see, there was sand. Sand on the land, sand in the air swept up by wind. I felt my skin shriveling up at the dryness. Perhaps I took the rain for granted. Once inside my new room, I was left to get settled. My servants took their time unpacking my things. Hanging beautiful gowns at the front of the wardrobe. Putting my nightgowns in drawers. My perfumes and hair oils were being organized meticulously on the vanity. 

 I slipped away after freshening up and changing into comfortable clothes. It was much cooler in the tawny colored palace. The stones aided in keeping cool air trapped inside while keeping the heat locked outside. They were cool to the touch and inviting as I dragged my hand along them, exploring my new home. The further I explored, the more the place grew on me. I stumbled upon an airlocked door with a palm reader as the only access. I wasn’t sure what was behind the door, but I pressed my palm onto the reader, curious if I’d be granted access.

The door whooshes open, and the smell of dirt and moisture caresses my nose. I push the door open, further revealing countless plants green and vibrant growing so tall they touched the ceiling. It was so different from all of Arrakis, and it must have required so much water to keep all of this greenery thriving in this secret room.

I walk about the room, taking stock of every plant, most unfamiliar to me. It dawns on me then. What this room actually represents. After seeing the state of Arrakis, after seeing the people outside flesh and brittle dry bones, this room didn’t seem so lovely anymore. It felt like a slap in the face to those who die of thirst on this brutal planet daily, no doubt. I leave the room slowly, closing the airtight door behind me. I feel unsure if I’ll ever come here again. 

After a couple weeks passed, we were deemed to have been settled in well enough. It was now time to begin hosting the Arrakeen aristocracy. Among others, of course. Nobility didn’t matter any more than money and resources, whether it be honestly earned or otherwise. I was instructed to wear my finest dress with simple jewelry. I was even permitted to wear red lipstick and other touches of makeup. Mother wanted to make an impression tonight, so I must follow suit, of course. The red lipstick matched my silken red gown. 

I was the embodiment of elegance and womanhood. My mother was proving to my father that I was no longer a girl. A knock on my door followed by Paul sticking his head in is my signal it’s time to go. Paul takes me in from head to toe appreciative of the vision before him. 

“Did Mother put you up to this?” He asks as he approaches me. The maid servants make themselves scarce.

“Put me up to what?” I ask, tilting my head to the side, reaching out to fix his collar. 

He was dressed in his fine military garb that matched fathers, but with less shiny metal pieces. He grabs my hand before I can retract it, placing a lingering kiss on my wrist. His pink lips felt like the petals of a sweet flower. Such a simple gesture but so wholly intimate it ignited a want within me. He doesn't let go of my hand as he pulls it away from his lips. He strokes the back of it gently.

“Every man present tonight will surely be distracted by you. Especially me.”

There was a furrow in his brow. Placing my hand in the crook of his elbow, he leads me out of the room without another word. For the first time, I couldn't quite read him. His mood was a mystery to me, but as we reached the balcony overlooking the guests, mother and father were already waiting for us. I wouldn’t be able to address him about it now. 

As I said before, Duke Leto and his heir matched one another. What was surprising is that my mother and I were also matching. Her gown was the same red as mine, but she didn’t add a lick of makeup to her face. Only one of us would be on display tonight. 

“My darling Claud, you look beautiful.” Leto said, sounding awe struck.

He kissed my cheek and looked down at me with shiny eyes. Pure adoration that only a father could muster shined down on me and calmed me. She could put me on display all she wanted. I had my fathers love, and he would never cast me aside for political gain. After a brief summary of who’s who, we descend the staircase. Father escorting mother and Paul escorting me. His grip was tight as he led me down the stairs, almost as if he was afraid to let me go. As if he wasn't sure he would find me again once I left his side.

At the banquet, I mingled seamlessly with the crowd always moving from one group to the next politely, giving everyone their fair share of my time. I was by popular demand speaking with several men all at once now. Some were younger men, handsome with strong physiques and lingering stares. Others were old and nearly grotesque in their size, and not very subtle with their attraction for me. 

“You are a rare beauty lady, Atreidies. Even surpassing your mother, it seems, as you are the embodiment of youth.” He took it upon himself to kiss my hand, bowing for show. Of course, one of the old gross men decides to flatter me with kisses.

I fight back a grimace and smile instead. 

“Thankfully beauty is not all my mother was able to bestow upon me.”

That was code for get your filthy hands off of me, or I would do it for you. They were all aware of the power the Bene Gesserit held, and I was subtly telling them I possessed the very same. I was not a helpless daughter, I was Jessica’s daughter.  

It sounded sweet, sealed with a flashing smile of red lips. He removed his hand from mine but didn’t stray too far from my side. I could feel Paul's eyes on me the entire time. I could sense his displeasure at seeing me here with a group of men, but he himself was surrounded by beautiful women. All eager for his attention flirting shamelessly for his favor. What they had yet to learn was that my brother could not be moved by beauty and sex appeal.

He was not like other boys his age. They would learn soon enough. I wanted to see their disappointment first hand when he rejected them. Their plans failing hopelessly before them, for how would they spy on him if they couldn’t even get him in their beds. Suddenly, Father excused himself, urging Paul to take over as host. I mingled more learning bits of who could be trusted and who was an enemy.

I was approached by a tall, striking woman in a dazzling royal blue gown. The short demure beauty on her arm smiled flirtatiously at me as they approached.

“Your brother must be very protective of you, Lady Atreides. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you yet. Even with a gaggle of beautiful women before him.” She smirks at me, in a way that suggests she knows what I do not.

“You must be Soo-Soo, the guild banker.” I smile cheerily at her, showing teeth.

 She looks me up and down with hungry eyes before responding.

“I am.” 

“My twin is perhaps a bit unsettled by all the male attention I’m receiving tonight, but he knows I’m more than capable of looking after myself.”

I glance over at Paul finding his emerald eyes. 

‘This one can’t be trusted.’ I sign to him behind my back.

“You’ve not just commanded male gazes tonight lady.” 

She reaches for a lock of my hair, framing my face while the rest is swept into an elegant updo. She strokes my hair softly before pushing it behind my ear.

“I heard a tale, you were just a child. A girl, beloved by her father and spared the reality of her birthright.” Soo-Soo sneers down at me.

“What reality would that be?” I probe. Standing my ground against the giantess. 

“Marriage of course. A truth all daughters must face. However, it seems House Atreides is quite content, keeping you in the nest.” She hisses out borderline threatening.

“I’m afraid I must steal my daughter away for a moment. I hope you don’t mind.” Lady Jessica swoops in and ushers me away.

“Claud, you look unsettled.”

‘Do not show fear here, Claudia.’ She signs in battle language.

‘She is a Harkonne agent. I’m sure of it.’ I respond.

Jessica nods to her daughter, knowing and understanding. They rejoin the party remaining side by side for the remainder of the gathering.

Later that night, she was brushing her hair at her vanity before bed when Paul entered her chambers abruptly. He was still dressed in his fine clothing.

“You haven’t changed.” I comment half heartedly. In the mirror, I could see a look in his eye. Something foreign and unfamiliar to him and I alike.

“What’s the matter?” I stand as he walks towards me.

He looks at me with those sea green eyes, a storm brewing in the depths.

“Tonight was - I’ve never felt rage like I did, seeing you being used as bait by our own mother.” He grips the back of my neck, stroking my smooth skin gently. Just touching seemed to calm him enough that the storm passed in his eyes. It was still lingering there, but much less worrisome. 

“I believe it would be common if Father had not forbidden it until now.”

“Why would he allow such a thing? It’s not like him.”

“Tonight was important for us, Paul. It was necessary.”

His hands are stroking my cheek as he shakes his head. 

“It reminded me of my worst fear. Seeing you paraded about tonight.”

“Tell me.” Perhaps this was what troubled him so earlier this evening when he first laid eyes on me. 

“I saw you in a dream once.You were dressed similar to tonight, but you wore black. You were being pawed at by hairless men with pale sickly skin. You were on Giedi Prime.”

His words hang between us in the air. His dreams were my dreams, so how did I not see this? I feel confused. Would this dream come true as so many others have in the past. Tears shine in my eyes as I look up at my brother. That would surely be a fate worse than death. The Harkonnen were known for their brutality against women. Hell, their brutality knew no bounds men, women, and children alike experienced it. 

“Did Father tell you about the marriage proposal he was sent?” I question hesitantly. It was something we’d never spoken of. His Adam's apple bobs.

“He didn't need to. I saw it in his office.” A piece of his dark waves falls into his eyes.

I nod my head.

“You knew, and you didn’t tell me?” He asked me, pained and squinting his eyes. 

His grip on my face increases in pressure. 

“It will never happen, Paul. Father promised me. He won’t bend to their will.” 

“Why didn’t you mention this dream until now? I didn’t know.” I shake my head as I speak. I was totally blindsided by this, and it left me feeling insecure in our relationship. I was so sure I knew everything, only to learn it’s not true.

He looks struck by the idea. He was confused because he knew I saw his dreams alongside him every night.

“I thought you knew, and I thought it disturbed you so much you never wanted to talk about it.” He says.

“I had it once and never again. It was a year ago. Now I feel you alongside me when I dream of the Fremen. You’re there too, we’re together. We’ll always be together. Promise me, Claud. Promise me you’ll never leave me.” 

He’s nearly frantic now, clutching me to his chest. Leaning his forehead on mine. Begging me to say the words he so desperately needs to hear now.

“Nothing will ever separate us, Paul. I swear, I’ll never leave you.”

He kisses and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his narrow waist. I cross my ankles behind him to keep from sliding down his tall frame. 

“I need you Claud.” He murmurs between kisses. 

Whatever he needs, I will always provide. We don't even make it to the bed before he trips over his own feet in his haste. The fall to the floor is hardly noticed as he begins ripping away my nightgown. He sucks and nips at my brownish pink nipples. He feels satisfaction seeing me bare beneath him, but it's not enough. The storm in his eyes is back, and it's raging again. 

I help him remove his military jacket, our hands fumbling and shaking. Both of us are so eager and needy for this. I leave him to remove his shirt while I work at his belt buckle, it falls loosely and I push his trousers down gasping as his cock springs free. It nearly looks angry, all veiny and rigid.

Our lips and teeth clash as he rubs himself against my slit. Not nearly wet enough he pulls his lips from mine and spits on my cunt vulgarly. As he pushes inside me briskly, I whine out my displeasure. Without proper preparation it burns as he forces his way in. 

“Shh.” He hushes me with a sweet kiss. But he doesn't stop. He can't stop. 

He's relentless in his strokes going balls deep each time. Never giving me a moment to catch my breath, never giving me a second to adjust. His hands find their way into my hair pulling roughly exposing my neck to his assault. He bites me harshly before sucking as if to alleviate the pain. 

“Fuck you're gripping me so tight.” He groans out. 

This was so unlike him. He was always sweet and tender and vulnerable even whenever we made love. This was a new side of him. A rough demanding side. A side I love just as much as any other. 

“I need to feel you cum wrapped around me Claud.” He hisses into my ear. 

He reaches between us, finding my bud pressing against it almost to the point of pain. I moan out, twirling my hips beneath him, chasing the ecstasy he so eagerly sought to give me. His thrusts grow sloppy but he never stops massaging my clit bringing me to the brink. My eyes close rolling to the back of my head. 

“Look at me, Claud. I want to watch you while you break apart on my cock.” 

His words push me over the edge. I feel my brows furrow as I look into his eyes. Brown meets green. Green like the living trees and tall grass of Caladan. So full of life, so fresh and vibrant with promises of what's to come. 

“You know where.” I say to him, knowing what's next. 

His cum spurts hot and velvety inside my quivering walls, but he doesn't stop stroking. He prolongs his pleasure until he's sensitive and shivering inside me. We're drenched in sweat and I feel a soreness in my back as we come down from our high. Sensing my unease he removes himself from me slowly. He was the Paul I knew again, the sweet, careful Paul. As we settle into bed he holds me close. His touch is gentle as he strokes my back, attempting to remove the redness he caused.

“I love you.” He whispers out as we fall asleep clinging to one another like scared children. 

We settled into a routine in the Arrakeen palace. Paul was often occupied with meetings and strategic planning alongside our father. We met up in the courtyard walking arm in arm, stealing a moment for ourselves for the first time today. It was almost unbearably hot.The palm trees were the only living plants visible on Arrakis’ surface, and they intrigued Paul. They were being watered meticulously as the Fremen pilgrims watched on. It felt wrong to me, but I did not comment on it.

 Paul spent much time learning the Fremen ways. He watched the projected images about sand walking, and I was sprawled across his bed in my nightgown as usual while he absorbed the information before him. I did not feel the same thirst for knowledge of their ways as he did and found myself slowly drifting away into a dreamless sleep. The sounds of the audio aiding in my relaxation. 

Pauls POV

I got off the bed enticed by the little desert mouse on the holoscreen. Claud was sleeping soundly, breathing deeply in a constant rhythm. Looking at the images projected before me nearly distracted me from the slight drilling noise coming from the wall behind the bed. The very bed Claud slept on. I look at my sister, praying she doesn't move and draw the hunter seekers attention. As it moves away from her, observing the rest of the room, my heart slows down as I disguise myself amongst the projected image. 

The hunter seeker flies towards me, but I don’t flinch as it hovers in front of my eye. The door opens, and Shadout Mapes stands with linens in her hand as I crush the hunter seeker against the solid door. I look at Claudia, and she doesn’t even stir from the commotion. I knew the hunter seeker had a short range, so the assassin must be nearby in this very palace. Mapes alerted the nearest guards, and I watched over Claud. My father found us. He had alerted the entire palace guard to search for the assassin.

He walked in slowly, looking from me to the sleeping figure in my bed. He looked genuinely fearful. Fearful for his children. Seeing Claud on the bed, totally unaware of what had transpired nearly broke him, but he is a Duke. He refused to let his emotions get the best of him now. He would make sure the assailant was found and dealt with properly. 

“It flew right over her, father. I felt like the world fell from beneath my feet.”

Leto clutches his shoulder. Understanding his fear for his sister at that moment. 

“It didn’t see her. She was sleeping so soundly it flew right past her.” Tears fell from his eyes then. As the reality of it all settled in. He could have lost her tonight. He could have lost his other half. He knew he would not be whole without her here. Before his father can respond, he hears a shout from the doorway.

“Your grace! The assailant has been found.” 

Leto hurries after the guard leaving Paul and a sleeping Claudia. 

I look at her with tears falling from my eyes, but I don’t speak. I can’t speak. She’s sleeping so peacefully it would be wrong of me to wake her. Once she wakes, her peace will surely be destroyed. This place was more dangerous than we could have imagined. Even in these very walls, danger lurked. I feel something inside me, something dark and unfamiliar. Similar to the night of the banquet when she wore a crimson dress. Crimson like the sheets the day she became a woman. The day everything changed for me as she assured me it was okay, it was normal. But seeing my sister bleeding out on her crisp white sheets was anything but normal to me. 

Seeing my sister inches away from a hunter seeker while she slept was a turning point for me. I needed to see her safe. Always safe. After that night, I sought her out during the day despite our mothers suspicions, interrupting her training. I had to reassure myself she was okay. Nothing else mattered. It was all I could think about, and it began consuming me from the inside. There was no me without Claud. We were born into this world together. I followed her into this world, unsure of what lay ahead. I just knew that I had no choice. I was born two short minutes behind her. It’s been said that my whaling would not stop until I could feel her nearby. If she were ever to leave this world, I would surely follow her then, too. 

I arrive late to the strategy meeting, barely beating my father here. I lost track of time amidst the blooming petals between my sister's supple thighs. I could still smell her on my lips and fingers, and it was enough to keep me temporarily satisfied. Even now, I can feel her tight heat gripping me and pulling me inside her as deep as our bodies allowed. I could feel her milking me for every last drop of my cum as I emptied inside of her. The feel of her is unlike anything I’d ever experienced in my life. The taste of her so bitter and sweet on my tongue makes me crave her unlike any other. She was made to be mine, as I am hers.

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