#i will write more tomorrow (will go to bed now) but i am so glad i was there and i want to go back so much

[noa-nightingale]

Shabbat Shalom

I am happy

[fivestaralien]

late night, early morning

-> san x gn!reader

warnings+”: san is a little (a lot) tipsy, just a lot of kissing and fluff!! word count: 1012 notes ๋࣭⭑ heyyy everyone!! I hope you enjoy this! I thought of this after a dream that was similar to this scenario and thought... why not write a fic on it. pls let me know what you think, it would mean the world. comments and reblogs help the most! I might be opening requests back up soon:)))) stay safe and be gentle with yourselves<3

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 Your eyes can only focus on the words in your book for so much longer, sleepiness begins to wash over you as you lay in bed. You had tried your hardest to stay awake for San, but as the hours tick by you began to realize he’d be out longer than planned. Not that you usually minded, but you’re leaving to visit family tomorrow and he promised to spend the night together. 

 You look through your text thread with him one last time before deciding to just call it a night. After you set a few alarms for the morning and put your book away, you finally let yourself fall asleep. 

 A light repeated pressure against your cheek slowly coaxes you awake. You let out a low groan, rolling over to get into a more comfortable position. A surprised noise passes your lips when you’re met with a solid chest instead of the plush pillow you were expecting. A familiar scent causes you to open your eyes and when San’s reddened face comes into view, you have to hold back a laugh. 

 “How much did they make you drink?” Your voice is low to keep the peaceful atmosphere. 

 San giggles before laying on his back, bringing you along with him. He rests a hand over your thigh after bringing your leg over his waist. His other hand slipped under your shirt, lightly scratching up and down your back. 

 “A lot more than I had planned,” he slurs out, “but I feel fine. Maybe a little tipsy.” You hum against his chest and rest your hand on his bicep, squeezing gently a few times. 

 “I’m sorry for not showing up earlier honey. I know how much you wanted me to be here before you leave.” He kisses the top of your head, pulling you closer to him. 

 “Well you are here now. Did you at least have fun?” You whisper with heavy eyes. San’s presence begins to calm your mind back into its previous sleepy state. 

 “It was really great! Definitely a well needed break for everyone. I am glad to be back home with you though.” 

 San kneads at your thigh, smiling to himself as he sees you trying to stay awake to talk to him. You nuzzle your face into his chest and the next few minutes are quiet. The two of you lay there and when San is convinced you had fallen back asleep, he tries to move from underneath you to do his nightly routine. 

 You tighten your body around him, refusing to let go, “where are you going?” 

 “I’m just going to the bathroom to do my skincare, I will be so fast.” He tries to move again but you still won’t let up. 

 He can’t help the smile on his face at how cute you were while being so sleepy. As carefully as he can, San flips you onto your back, now hovering above you. His hand that was resting on your thigh had coasted up to your side, caressing the skin just under your rib cage. 

 “Wait here for me love?” 

 You look up at him with sleepy eyes and nod. San brings his free hand up to glide a finger down the slope of your nose before leaning down to finally give you a proper kiss. His brows furrowed when you turn your head to the side just before your lips meet. He dips his head, kissing along your jaw and once again you move your head. San cups his hand under your chin, moving your head to face him. 

 “Hey,” he whines,” why won’t you kiss me?” 

 You have to stop yourself from breaking character and opening your eyes. The pout you know is on his face is tempting but having him stay in bed with you longer was your only priority. 

 “I’m still a little upset with you.” 

 “Oh honey, I’m sorry. I promise to make it up to you when you get back.” He rests his forehead against yours, “ is it okay if I kiss you?” 

 Instead of a verbal answer you tilt your chin up and press your lips against his. He sighs into the kiss, propping himself up on his elbows that were on either side of your head. His hands find their home on your cheek and the base of your throat. The more he kisses you, the faster he forgets why he was even leaving the bed in the first place. 

 You pull away, slightly out of breath, hands resting on his forearms. San glances at the time flashing from the clock on your nightstand and decides that just for tonight, he will skip the skincare. Your sleepy, playful affection was too cozy to retreat from right now. And the fact that you were leaving so early in the morning, he wanted as much time with you as possible. He traces a knuckle along the front of your neck while he kisses you again. 

 “How would you feel if I just stayed in bed instead and we got some sleep?” 

 “I would love that very much.” You whisper against his lips. 

 He smiles and leaves long kisses to both of your cheeks. You watch with hazy eyes as he carefully tugs the comforter and extra blankets from underneath you, pulling it over the two of you until it reaches your chin. San wraps an arm around your waist to pull you flush against him while his other slips under your head, his bicep now your new pillow. 

You look up at him with puckered lips causing him to laugh and playfully pinch your chin, “who wants a kiss now?” 

 You roll your eyes and softly push his shoulder. He grabs your chin to make you look at him again and presses his lips against yours a little rougher than the last. Your arms move to wrap around his neck, one hand playing with his hair. 

 When you eventually break apart you are cuddling back into his chest and not too long after you pass out, San following minutes later.

// all masterlists, atz masterlist

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hey welcome back! 🐢🔥 I missed your writing!!

Was thinking of like 2003 Raph helping his stubborn s/o to blow off some steam and calm them down by pleasuring them. 👉👈

Chill Pill (18+)

2003!Raphael x reader

A/N: I am glad to be back!💚🐢 Now, time for Raph’s stubborn partner to cool off hehehehe😈❤️

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Orale - female receiving, fingering, grinding, implied sex.

“Have I ever told ya how hot you are when ya get worked up?”, Raph said with a smug smile, watching as you stormed around your bedroom in annoyance. You turned towards your boyfriend in a snap, staring daggers into his face as he laid there comfortably on your bed, smiling at you as if you were the funniest thing in this world.

“You’re such a prick!”, you yelled out, before continuing stomping around your bedroom, more frustrated than before.

“Feisty”, Raph chuckled, sitting but from his relaxed position. “I like that”.

“Shut up”, you mumbled, not even looking at him.

“Babe”, your boyfriend said, his voice as friendly as ever, directing your attention towards him, seeing him sitting there while his smug smile showed brightly at you. “I know it was a stressful day at work, but it’s okay now. Tomorrow is going to be a much better day”.

“No, it’s not okay!”, you yelled, feeling more frustrated than ever, your cheeks red and ears burning. “Because tomorrow that bitch of Karen is going to keep complaining, and then my boss will keep telling me to fix it, even though she is the bitch that started the problem in the first place!”, you yelled, standing for a moment to catch your breath.

“And people call me a hot head”, Raph said as he got up from the bed, causing you to shoot him another unamused glance. He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you, looking directly into your still irritated eyes. “You need to relax”, he said, giving your nose a small tap with his finger, making you scrunch your nose.

“No I don’t”, you said, waving away his hand from your face.

“You don’t? Huh, funny”, Raph said, looking as if he was thinking. “Aren’t ya the one who keeps telling me I need to relax when I get worked up?”

“I am”, you said somewhat annoyed.

“I thought so”, Raph said with his stereotypical sarcastic voice. “So now, do like the pretty girl that ya are, and lay down on the bed for me”, he said, giving your back side a small clap as he guided you towards the bed.

“Sometimes I hate you”, you said over your shoulder as you made your way to the bed.

“And that is also why ya love me. So get on ya back and be as cute as ya always are”, he said, crawling onto the bed himself.

“Shut up”, you said once again, trying to hide your pressing smile.

“No”, Raph said with big mouth movements, placing his hands on your legs, giving them a small shake. “Even if I lose my mouth, I won’t shut up”. His hands went up your legs, gliding over your pants covered thighs. “But we won’t want me to lose my mouth”.

“Why not?”, you asked, feeling like a small challenge, watching as Raph’s fingers slowly went for the button of your pants in order to undo them.

“Ya know why not”, Raph chuckled, tugging at your pants, sliding them off of your legs when you lifted your hips for him. You couldn’t help but bite your lip, as you slowly realized what he meant.

With your pants hitting the floor, Raph settled between your legs, spreading them wider for him. And from the smug smile on his face, he was able to smell something you obviously couldn’t.

“Someone is liking this”, he said, his fingers slowly taking a hold of the sides of your underwear, getting ready to pull them down.

“You’re dumb”, you said, no longer able to hold back your little smile as he slowly pulled your panties down.

“You, need to take a chill pill”, Raph said with a smile, pulling your underwear all the way down your legs, leaving your lower half bare for him.

“You got one for me?”, you asked, watching him as you continued to bite your lip.

“Of course I do”, he answered, lowering his lips connecting to your thigh before slowly making their way upwards. “And I got plenty of where they come from”.

Raph’s lips came into contact with your mount, pressing a firm kiss against it, before slowly moving downwards towards your bundle of nerves. His hands running down under your thighs, grabbing a hold of them before pulling you closer against him, allowing his tongue to lick over your clit. This action caused your legs to tension up momentarily, your lips parting allowing a small sound of pleasure escaping, closing your eyes momentarily.

Raph’s chuckle vibrated against you as he gave your clit another lick, watching your reaction with observant eyes, loving what he was seeing. His trick was already working on you, just like he knew it would. You were already crumbling beneath him, and he hadn’t even started yet.

He continued his kitty licks on you, watching as each lick got a reaction out of you. It didn’t take long before one of your hands found their way to the top of his head, pushing him further against you.

“Keep going, Raphie”, you moaned, your eyes closed in pure bliss. And so Raph did, wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking lightly before slowly going harder at it. This caused you to buckle your hips up against his face, welcoming all the actions he gave you.

Raph hummed against you, finding amusement in your actions along with the expression on your face. Placing one hand on your abdomen, he pushed you back down against the mattress, your legs already beginning to squirm, just like he knew they would. You needed this.

“Shit”, you mumbled, hiding your head against your shoulder. You could feel Raph smirk against you, giving you one more lick before wrapping his lips around your clit once more. You felt Raph’s finger prod against your entrance, feeling your wetness and his saliva running down your folds.

Raph watched as you laid there in pure bliss, your eyes shut closed and your mouth open, one sound of pleasure after the other, your other hand coming up to hold the mattress by your head, while the other continued to push Raph’s head against your core.

You gasped when Raph’s finger entered you, his thick digit stretching you out ever so slightly around it. Raph’s churring against you as he moved his finger in you, moving it based on your reaction, leading him to do curling motions when he found that familiar spot inside you. This made you sit up and look at him, taking in the sight of him between your legs, smiling smugly at you. Of course he had to give you that look. The I-told-you-so look.

You wanted to call him something, just to be playful. Just like the two and you often would. But at this point Raph could read you like an open book. He knew what you were going to do before you did it. So with that he worked his finger harder and faster on you, making you fall back against the bed once more with a loud moan.

“Fuck, you’re a prick, Raph!”, you moaned, trying to buckle your hips against him again, causing him to laugh against you once more.

“Your favorite prick”, he smiled, before continuing his work on you, adding another finger.

Your legs started to shake by Raph’s head, letting him know that you were not far away from reaching your peak. You could feel the growing pressure inside you, pushing further and further, making you feel like you were going to explode.

“Raph, babe, I’m close”, you whimpered, your voice breathy.

Raph answered with a low growl of approval, somehow speeding up his fingers, pushing you closer and closer to the edge, your legs lifting and curling, your sounds becoming more and more desperate.

A few more thrusts of Raph’s fingers and his tongue and lips on your clit, finally caused you to trip over the edge, letting the wave of pleasure wash over you as you came onto his face. Raph continued his actions, letting you ride out your high, until you finally calmed down, laying on your bed, blissful and happily exhausted.

Raph crawled up from between your legs, resting his chin on your chest, looking up at you with his face covered in your juices. “How did ya like that chill pill?”

“It was okay”, you hummed, smiling down at him, before letting him press a sweet kiss to your lips, letting you taste yourself.

“Great”, Raph hummed, using his hands to wrap your legs around his hips, before he slowly grinded himself against you, letting you know exactly what was on his mind. “Because now I need one as well”.

[allywthsr]

THE VACATION | (l.norris)

part three to lando on raya

summary: Part three to Lando Norris on Raya! The vacation, meeting the family, and a big question in the end.

wordcount: 13k (what?)

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: smut! Luisa being a bad human

notes: last chapter! I‘m so thankful for everybody who read this series, I had so much fun writing it! And thank you for being patient with me, for the delay. Comment your thoughts🫶🏼

part one part two

”So will you come with me and my family on holiday?“

”Yes, I‘ll join you“, shit. Did you really just say that? You still had no idea what you would say to your family and friends. Just disappear and say nothing? Nah, you couldn’t do that.

”Really?“

Lando got excited and stopped walking, he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him, still keeping a distance between you and him, so he could look you into the eyes.

”Yeah, I think so.“

”You don’t sound too convinced.“

”No, I wanna come with you. I just don’t know what I’ll tell my family, you know?“

”Maybe I can meet them, to show them that I am not a random person.“

”Yeah maybe.“

He kissed your forehead and pulled you towards him into a hug. You placed your head on his chest and inhaled his scent while hugging him back.

”I‘m glad I met you, Y/N. I know we haven’t known each other for long and other people might say we’re stupid but I’m really happy I have you in my life now.“

”Didn’t know you were a sappy drunk.“

”I‘m not, s‘just all true.“

He rubbed his chin over your head and nuzzled closer to you.

”Maybe we should go back to the hotel? I don’t want people to see us so early, they can be pretty mean. And also I want to have a proper cuddle.“

You smiled and looked up, ”yeah, I’m also tired, these days have been tiring.“

”I know that I tire out the girls, tell me more“, Lando proudly smirked and laughed, clearly being sarcastic.

”I mean my work, but whatever floats your boat“, you lovingly slapped his chest and pulled on his hand a little, so you would actually start walking towards your hotel. And he did just that, with entwined hands you made your way back to the hotel. When you arrived, both of you jumped on the bed.

”It was a nice date, was it?“

”Yes Lan, thank you for inviting me, and the date.“

”It’s nothing, I’m just happy I found you.“

”Me too, you have no idea.“

”Should we get ready for bed? I bought plane tickets for London tomorrow afternoon, we still need to get to the airport in time and it’s already 12:28 am.“

”Lando, you don’t have to buy plane tickets for me, I’m perfectly fine buying them on my own. I don’t want you spending so much money on me.“

”Darling, it’s nothing, really. I didn’t want you to fly alone.“

You sighed and nuzzled in his chest where you mumbled a quiet ’thank you‘. You were grateful for him, but also spending so much money on you and you weren’t together or anything, was just crazy to you. But nonetheless, you both got ready for bed, and quickly you fell asleep in his arms.

You woke up, cuddled to Lando, and still a few minutes until your alarm rang. You enjoyed the last few moments in peace before the stressful day began. Lando snored slightly and you looked at him, he looked like an angel on earth, peaceful.

Before you could do anything, the alarm rang and Lando was startled. With a moan he turned around, shutting the alarm off, and turned around again to hug you tight from behind. You put your hand on his and squeezed it, not ready for the day of traveling, even if it was a short flight from Spa to London.

”Good morning.“

”Morning Lan“, you turned around in his embrace, putting one hand on his cheek and caressing it. He leaned forward and pecked your lips. You‘ve always loved slow mornings, but slow mornings with Lando already felt way better than any other morning you ever had in your life. Even if you couldn’t sleep in, Lando had calculated a few cuddle minutes in before you actually had to get up.

You ordered breakfast to your room, got ready and before you knew it you sat on the plane next to Lando. He wore a cap that he pulled in his face, just in case somebody recognized him. Your hands were linked together and when you were flying through the sky the armrests were put down, you needed to be close to him and he wasn’t feeling any different.

The flight was rather short and without any big turbulence, you spend the time chatting and laughing, cuddling and stealing light kisses from the other. You believed he was your soulmate, there’s no other option. You felt comfortable with him, you didn’t feel the need to be someone you weren’t, and all that after knowing him for only three days. Would other people call you a psycho? Maybe. Would you change a thing? No.

He was your person and you were sure.

But before you knew it, you had to separate. He wanted to meet up with his family and friends in the UK and you had to go back to work. You‘ve spent at least five minutes just hugging and exchanging kisses in the airport, you both weren’t ready to say goodbye yet. Eventually, Lando slowly pulled back from the hug and tugged a piece of hair behind your ear.

”Look, we‘ll talk every night over the phone, I‘ll facetime you. We‘ll text all the time and I’m making sure I’ll visit you at least one day. And it’s only five days, we‘ll manage. I can feel that you’re special, I won’t let go of you that easy.“

He left a kiss on your forehead.

”I know, but still. I‘ll miss you. And you need to send me a packing list so I can get the last few things for the trip. I don’t even know what kind of clothing I should bring, I‘ve never been on a yacht.“

He leaned forward and smirked, ”Lots and lots of bikinis, which barely hide anything.“

”You’re a pervert.“

”But you still like me.“

”I do.“

”Let’s go, okay? I‘ll come visit you in two days?“

You nodded your head and gave him one last tight hug before turning around and wheeling with your suitcase to the next taxi. While the driver loaded your stuff in the trunk, you looked at Lando, he still stood in the same spot and waited for you to drive off. He raised his hand and waved, which you returned without a doubt.

After getting in the taxi, you named the driver your address and he sped off.

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It’s been two days since you last saw Lando. He had visited you at your apartment and you two cooked dinner together, squeezing in one or two pleasurable cardio workouts in between and after.

If you know what I mean.

Right now you were waiting for Lando to pick you up for the airport. Almost ready you sat on the couch at five am, you couldn’t understand why he chose such an early start. When the doorbell rang, you got up and opened the door, being welcomed by the handsome face that belonged to Lando.

”Hiya handsome.“

”Hey babygirl.“

He greeted you with a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

”Ready to meet my family?“

”Kinda? I‘m nervous as fuck.“

”Don’t worry darling, they‘ll love you.“

”Whatever you say.“

You giggled into his chest and hugged him tight.

”By the way, my mom called yesterday and said that she finds you lovely.“

”Really?“

You hummed and thought of the awkward FaceTime call you shared with your parents. You wanted them to see Lando, obviously not being happy that you’re going on vacation with some random boy, but they couldn’t tell you no. So you arranged a little FaceTime call because seeing them in person wasn’t easy with your parents not living around the corner.

Your mum was smitten with Lando, the second she saw him, your dad knew him from watching F1, but he acted like a dad had to act when the daughter introduced a boy. With that little meet-up, your parents had a better feeling about you going on holiday with Lando, you had to promise to call at least once a day.

”Ready to go?“

”I just want to go pee and then we can go.“

”Alright, love.“

When you turned around, Lando gave you a slap on your right ass cheek, which you commented with a chuckle.

Lando loaded all of your stuff in the trunk of his car and drove to Heathrow, where the plane would take off to the Zadar Airport. Nervous was an understatement. What if his family doesn’t like you? Then you had to spend two whole weeks with them trapped on a yacht. He told you a little about his family, that Flo does showjumping, Cisca goes to Uni and Oliver was a CEO of a company. You were most excited about Mila and little Athena. Mila loved Lando, she was obsessed with him and you couldn’t wait to see Lando in full-on Uncle duty.

When you arrived at the airport, Lando parked the car in one of the car parks and got all the luggage out of the car. He insisted on taking the suitcases and his carry-on, you were barely allowed to carry your own little backpack for the plane. He was a true gentleman. You two arrived at the terminal where the others waited for you. From a distance, you could see the big crowd of family members, not only was the whole Norris family waiting, but also the boyfriends of Cisca and Flo and the two dogs, Uno and Mocha that belonged to Oliver and Savannah. In total you were thirteen people and two dogs, could that fit into a private plane? When it was time to greet everyone, Lando went and gave everyone a loving hug or a cool bro handshake, before introducing you to everyone.

”This is Y/N. The girl I told you, that would be joining us.“

”Hi, I‘m Y/N.“

You awkwardly claimed, but before you could say another word, Cisca, Lando’s mother, went and hugged you.

”Hello darling, I’m Cisca, nice to meet you, I‘ve heard so much about you.“

”Thank you for letting me join you on your family holiday.“

”Of course darling.“

She let you go and next were his siblings, his dad, and Savannah, all of them welcomed you with a warm hug. The boyfriends just gave you an awkward wave, and a’hello‘, which you returned.

”Let’s go, shall we?“, Lando said.

All of you agreed with him and he was already leading the way to the check-in, with your suitcase in his hand.

The check-in went smoothly and before you knew it you were seated in the plane, next to Lando. It would take you to Croatia, where you then would take off with a yacht to swim around the ocean. You‘ve never been in a private plane, so you were amazed by the luxury and soft cushions.

When you looked around the family members, they didn’t seem to be fazed about it, more like it was something normal. That was it, you needed to marry rich, so you could be as relaxed as them while sitting in a private plane.

The flight was calm, you chatted a lot with Cisca, both of them. It was a little confusing that his sister had the same name as his mother, but you found it cute how the mothers' name was kept in the family. Lando did tell you a few days ago, that they call his sister ’Cis‘ instead of her full name, that way it wouldn’t always be confusing.

After you arrived, you were the first to leave the private plane, Lando right behind you. You stepped out in the warm morning sun at 8:30 am, walking down the stairs and waiting for the rest to come down too. Two members of the aircraft crew started to unload the suitcases and whatever was shoved in there. After Mila and Athena were sat in their buggies, you all went into the airport to a spot where a guy was waiting for you.

”Are you Family Norris?“

A few ’yes‘ and hums were heard and the guy ushered you to follow him. He arranged a bus that would take you to the pier of Croatia where the yacht is waiting for you.

At the yacht, you were astonished at how big it was. After all, it had to fit thirteen people and it had five bedrooms. You didn’t want to know how much a week would cost, you bet a fortune. But you knew Lando and his family weren’t poor people and they could still live the life they were living even after a big holiday like this.

They all went over the little bridge that connected the yacht to the land. You followed and you smiled at Lando, when he reached for your hand, helping you walk over the wobbly bridge. He kept his hand in yours while all of you went and explored the yacht, starting with the top floor and slowly working the way down.

”I call dips on the bedroom with the best view!“, was screamed by a very childish Lando after he let go of your hand and sprinted towards all the doors of the lowest deck.

”I hope you know how childish your boyfriend is“, Savannah said after turning to you.

”Oh, uhm, we’re not together.“

Awkward. Very awkward.

”Really? You looked very much in love on the plane.“

She chuckled and you turned red in the face.

”Uhm, thanks, I guess?“, you laughed.

”No really, the way he looked at you and always had to touch you somehow, whether on your back, thigh, or how he stroked your ankles when you draped your legs over his lap. I’ve known Lando for some years now and I’ve never seen him so affectionate.“

You blushed harder than before, you hadn’t noticed all the things she mentioned but now that you thought of it, he really had a hand on you the whole time. And the way he did that in front of his family as well? It was something you weren’t used to.

”Don’t worry, Lando always needs a bit more time than others, but I’m sure you mean a lot to him.“

”He means a lot to me too.“

”I can see that.“

You were glad that Savannah was there, she treated you like you‘ve been with them for years.

”I‘m happy you’re here, Y/N. I think that we will have a lot of fun with you, you fit perfectly in our family.“

”I already feel so comfortable within your family, I can’t wait for the next week.“

She gave you a light squeeze and you followed Lando into a bedroom after he screamed your name.

”Y/N, you see that? It’s beautiful!“

He pointed to the window where you could see the ocean. It was big and under it was a shelf where Lando had put his carry-on.

He came closer to hug you, cheekily pressing a kiss on your neck.

”Lando, someone could come in.“

After all the door was wide open and you could still hear the rest of the family chatting not too far away.

”I don’t care, it’s not like I’m fucking you against the wall. Even though I want to.“

”Lando!“

You let out a quiet gasp, how dare he say that when his family was less than five meters away.

”What? It’s true. Do you know how hard it was not to touch you? You look absolutely smashing in your shorts and crop top. And I don’t even wanna think of you in a bikini. I need to do a little wrist workout before I see that, or otherwise, I will run around with a boner the whole day.“

”You’re insatiable.“

He only chuckled and kissed you on your forehead.

”I‘m sorry to disturb your peace but we want to order brunch.“

Lando and you turned around to look at Oliver.

”We’re coming.“

Oliver left the room and you looked at Lando.

”Fuck, I‘m a little hard.“

You bursted out laughing.

”Don’t laugh, what am I gonna do?“

Lando screamed quietly.

Go to the toilet and calm down or do other things to make it go down, I‘ll go to your family and say you needed to go to the toilet.“

”You sure you’re okay with being alone with my family?“

”Yes, I’m sure they won’t bite my head off.“

He laughed and went into the little bathroom that was connected to your bedroom, while you went upstairs to the main deck where his family was waiting.

”Where’s Lando?“, Flo asked.

”Uhm, he needed to go to the toilet, I‘m sure he‘ll be here soon.“

They all nodded and gave you a menu to choose your brunch from.

And not even after five minutes Lando joined you and sat down next to you, putting his hand on your thigh, squeezing it slightly. You looked at him and he just smirked at you, you knew he didn’t just wait in the bathroom.

You gave him your menu, after choosing the dish of your liking. He chose a chicken breast dish, after all, he was still a high-performance athlete and had to be in shape. The chef, who was booked for the day, came and took your order.

Lando’s dad spoke.

”You two have to tell us how you met!“

You looked at Lando with panic in your eyes. What should you say?

”Dad, I told you it wasn’t important.“

”I don’t see the harm.“

”We met over a dating app called Raya in Amsterdam.“

They all just nodded and Oliver looked at Lando with a smirk, he knew why his brother hit you up.

You quickly changed the topic.

”I wanted to say thank you again, for letting me come to your family holiday, it means so much. I don’t know how to repay you.“

”Y/N, stop it. We’re glad that Lando found someone again, we were scared he would end up alone. I‘m sure the next week will be fun.“

You liked Cisca already, she was very much a mother, especially now, when she put her hand on yours and gave it a little squeeze to prove her point.

The next twenty minutes were spent just talking to each other and getting to know them when the Chef and another cook came and brought the food you ordered. You looked at your meal, it looked absolutely delicious, and it tasted good too! Because you hadn’t really eaten anything yet, except a little pretzel that you shared with Lando on the plane, the food was gone before you knew it.

”What’s the plan for the week?“, Cis asked.

”I want to explore the city and maybe chill at a beach too“, Flo replied.

You nodded your head, agreeing with her.

”And I just wanna chill all day long“, Oliver said, looking at his wife, who also nodded.

”I‘d say, let’s just change into something more summer-like and lay down on the sunbeds, maybe we can go for a swim after“, Adam said.

The whole group just hummed and made their way to the bottom floor to the bedrooms.

”I‘m gonna call my parents and tell them that we arrived.“

Lando nodded and opened his suitcase.

”Can I choose your bikini?“

”Sure.“

Why shouldn’t he? You packed enough swimwear for the week, he would see all of them anyway.

While ringing your parents, Lando opened your suitcase and rummaged through your clothes, carefully trying to not mess it up too badly. But before he could find the bikinis, he found your undergarments. Like a little kid on Christmas, he picked up every panty and held it up in the air, inspecting them. You sat on the bed, talking to your parents, you tried to suppress your laughs, he looked like as if he saw panties for the first time. He felt the different materials and looked at the different colors. You tried to bring him back to his original task, but he didn’t listen.

”Yes mum, I already ate something. Can I call you later? We want to go swimming. Yes, I will be careful about the sharks, don’t worry. I‘ll only go in if it’s safe and I’ll always have Lando with me.“

While saying his name he perked up and looked at you.

”What? No! Mum, please. Don’t be embarrassing. No! Don’t put dad on the phon-, hey dad, yes I’m fine. Please, dad, you‘ll embarrass me, I know it. Yes, okay.“

Lando looked at you confused when you held your phone towards him.

”My dad wants to speak to you.“

”Hi Mr. Y/L/N. Thank you, I’m good, how are you?“

God, how embarrassing.

”Yes, I‘ll take care of her, trust me. Yes sir, I won’t be sleeping in the same bed as her, we have separate bedrooms in fact.“

What? What is he talking about?

”Thank you, bye.“

When he gave you your phone back, your dad hung up, lovely how he wanted to speak to you.

”What did he say?“

”Relax babe, it’s all good. He just wanted me to protect you.“

”What about the bedrooms?“

”Oh yeah, he told me that I’m not allowed to sleep in the same bed as you.“

”What?“

”Yeah, thank god he doesn’t know that I‘ve been inside of you multiple times already.“

The typical boy smirk appeared on his face and you threw a pillow in his face.

”Anyway, have you finally picked out my bikini?“

”Love, are you insane? I‘ve been too distracted by your panties. Who knew you had so many sexy dessous.“

You shook your head, put them into a drawer, before anyone could see them, and pulled out your bikinis.

”Choose.“

You threw all of them in Lando’s lap and in the meantime, you began to unpack the rest of your stuff.

You heard a few muffles and mumbles from Lando, about ’too much fabric‘ ’wrong color, who buys Ferrari red bikinis‘, and ’that‘ll make me hard in seconds‘. In the end, he chose a papaya-colored bikini, that you bought extra for this trip, you knew he would love it.

You went into the bathroom but kept the door open, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen everything of you already. Quickly you changed into the bikini, while Lando was changing into his swim trunks, and when you put your hair up, Lando came into the bathroom and hugged you from behind, you looked at each other through the mirror.

”You know, I‘m really happy you’re here. I knew my family would love you.“

”I‘m also happy I‘m here. Thank you for taking me with you.“

He only gave you a kiss on your shoulder and squeezed you tight. You heard a knock on the door when you turned around in his embrace and linked your hands behind his neck.

”Guys, we wanna go swimming, you coming?“

”We‘re coming dad.“

With that, you pressed a kiss on his lips and you both went upstairs, to where his family was waiting for you. You could hear his sisters and Savannah giggling when you appeared and your hands were linked together, at this point, it became a natural thing. Whenever you could, you would hold hands and be close to each other. You all went to the lowest platform and jumped into the ocean, at least some of you. Savannah stayed back to watch the kids and dogs, not wanting them to be on their own. You asked if you should keep her company, so she wouldn’t be alone, but she told you she wants to read a book anyway.

Lando and his siblings + their boyfriends all went into the water without a doubt. You could see they all have been on something like this before, not caring about the water and just jumping right in. You on the other hand went in more slowly, just as Lando’s parents did.

”Lando, can you hold me, if I drown?“

”Sure babe.“

You looked at him. What did he just say? In front of his family. He really didn’t care. And you liked it. You loved how carefree he could be and just blurt out pet names without being ashamed in front of his family. What a walking green flag.

You went in the water and Lando immediately came to you, offering you somewhere to hold onto. With a smile, you latched onto his side and enjoyed the coldish water against your hot skin. Since the water was rather clear, you could see your surroundings and what was swimming in the water with you. You didn’t need to encounter a shark up close. When you got used to the water, you let go of Lando, who made sure you were comfortable about a hundred times. Adam and Cisca went for a swim around the boat and the rest of the group was still chilling where you jumped in. Quickly little games started, who can hold their breath the longest under the water, who can swim the fastest, who can do the coolest trick and the list goes on and on. After a while you all were exhausted and hopped onto the yacht again, sitting down on the lounge while waiting for the sun and the warm breeze to dry you off. Together you went upstairs to get a drink and to get out of the sun, Adam and Cisca were waiting for you with cocktails.

A cocktail before 1:00 pm? That’s what you call vacation.

You took your favorite drink and sat down next to Lando, who placed his hand on your thigh, stroking the warm skin slowly.

”Lando, Y/N! I want to take a picture of you, smile please.“

Lando’s mum being the mum she is, taking pictures of their kids.

You leaned into Lando and placed your hand onto his‘, smiling brightly as Cisca took a picture of you two.

”Adorable you two!“

”Can you send me the pic mum? I‘ll send it to Y/N.“

”Sure, but you can add her to the vacation group chat, that way we all have her number, if that’s okay for you, love.“

You nodded and smiled.

Lando grabbed his phone from the table and you could see him add you to the chat, seconds later the photo got sent into it.

Both of you went back to the lounge, where you wanted to tan a little, first you both laid there, enjoying the silence, but soon you started talking about random things. You liked how you could talk to Lando about normal stuff, which cheese is better or what milk you needed to try, it made things feel very normal.

You spend several hours talking and getting to know the family and Lando, after all, it has only been a week and a half since you met. But before you knew it, it was time for dinner. The chef handed out a menu card again and you began to read through the dishes.

”Do you know what you are choosing, love?“, Lando whispered.

You shook your head. You were a picky eater, being scared to come across as rude, you didn’t want to mix up the dishes and change the sides but none of the listet items were your favorites.

”I‘m picky with food, I have no idea if I even like any of this.“

Lando stared at you. Shit, did you do something wrong? You knew that this was a no-go, being picky over this clearly expensive menu that everybody seemed to like. This was going to be the moment they all hated you.

”You’re literally perfect.“

You could barely hear him say it, it was almost as if he said it to himself. You turned your head to Lando and looked at him.

”What?“

”I‘m going to marry you, I found my picky eater.“

Now you didn’t understand a thing.

”I‘m a picky eater too! I hate all of these. I‘m going to order some chips and chicken. My parents requested it specifically for me, but you can have it too. I always feel like a little kid, but now I have you, and I’ll never feel that way again.“

You felt relieved, he didn’t hate you, nor did you have to pack your things and go. He was just like you, he was truly your soulmate.

”I would like some chicken and chips.“

His eyes started to sparkle and he pressed a quick kiss on your lips. You immediately blushed, affection wasn’t something you thought he would do in front of his family, but he truly didn’t care.

Dinner was delicious and nobody questioned you, but now it was late and time for bed. All of you were exhausted, after all, you had to get up early and you‘ve been on your feet all day. So after saying goodnight to everyone, Lando and you went into your bedroom and changed into your sleepwear. Laying down on the bed was the best feeling you felt that day. Lando cuddled close to you, kissed your nose, and then kissed you on your mouth.

”Goodnight love.“

”Night Lan.“

Before you could do anything else, both of you fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up because Lando tickled you on your sides.

”No Lando! Stop it, I‘m going to kick you if you don’t stop.“

You tried to get out in between giggles and screams. But he didn’t listen, instead, he tickled you harder and pinned you on the mattress. Out of reflex, you started kicking around with your feet and after a few seconds, Lando fell to the side with a groan, holding his private area. Oops. It wasn’t that you wanted to hurt him, but at least he stopped tickling you now. You sat up and looked at him.

”Babe, oh my god, I‘m so sorry!“

”I don’t think that I can have kids anymore.“

He was whispering as if he was on his deathbed.

”Don’t be a drama queen. Do I need to kiss it better?“

His eyes lit up, ”Yes please.“

You shook your head while giggling and bent down, to press a kiss on his boxer-covered dick.

”I don’t think it worked, you need to do it without the clothing.“

”In your dreams Norris. I‘m not giving you a blowjob if your family is next door.“

”C’mon Y/N, don’t be a party pooper.“

”Lando, No.“

”Y/N, yes!“

”Lando, I‘m no-“

He leaned over you and kissed you passionately. Tongues were fighting, salvia was exchanged and filthy sounds were created. God this guy could make you wet in seconds. Speaking of wet, his hand made its way into your panty. He gently wiped his index finger through your folds, while you whimpered at the sensation. His kisses went to your neck and you moaned quietly.

”Fuck baby, you’re so wet. Is that all for me?“

You‘ve never nodded your head as fast as at this question. Lando sucked a little on your neck, trying not to create a purple mark. With slow movements, he pushed his index and middle finger into your sweet cunt.

”Lando I‘-“

”No baby, let me make you feel good.“

”Not with your fami-“

He shushed you and kissed you again. Swiping his tongue over your lower lip to ask for entrance. With a little fight, he won the battle and you thought about giving in. How could you not, with his fingers buried deep inside of you, pleasuring you with easy moves. His thumb moved over your clit and your body jolted upwards into his chest. You moaned quietly and bit your lip. How long could you keep quiet when he was making you feel so good? He flickered your clit continuously until he noticed how your walls contracted around his fingers, which were still pumping in and out, and your breathing got heavier.

”Are you close babygirl?“

You could only nod and before you could say anything else, you put your hand over your mouth to try and suppress your moans as Lando made you finish. When you came back down, a smiling Lando looked into your eyes and pressed a kiss on your forehead. He took out his fingers of your pussy and looked at the glistening juices before licking them off. Fuck, he was attractive.

”Good morning by the way.“

He snuggled closer to you and laid his head on your chest. You could feel his hard-on on your legs, what now? He didn’t make any signs that he wanted you to do anything, but you also couldn’t leave him like this.

”Lando, let me help you.“

”It’s okay baby.“

”No!“

You nudged him until he gave in, rolling on his back and you could already see the bulge that stood in his boxers.

”I see someone is excited.“

”How could I not?“

You chuckled and sat directly on his crotch with your heat.

”You’re killing me, babe.“

You leaned down and kissed him, circling your hips to create friction for him. With one last kiss on his nose, you sat up and went with your hand in his boxers, cupping his erection. He let out a surprised moan and you started moving your hand up and down, after spitting on them, to moisturize them. After a few pumps, you let your thumb brush over his head and he almost lost it. He was a mess underneath you, moving, moaning, and whispering your name.

”Cum for me, pretty boy.“

With a moan, that you tried to quieten with your hand, he came all over your other hand and in his boxers.

”Fuck baby, you have magic hands.“

That made you laugh while you got up and pulled out a handkerchief from your purse and cleaned your hand.

”You should change into some new boxers if you ask me.“

You said after laying down again.

”I will.“

He sat up and stretched his arms above his head. Quickly he slipped into a fresh boxershort and went into the bathroom to get a wet piece of toilet paper. He pulled your panty to the side and gently wiped your juices off, that were smeared around your pussy. The cold material felt arousing on your hot vagina and you couldn’t believe this made you excited again.

He jumped into the bed and laid his head on your chest again. Shortly after you heard a small knock on your door and Lando got up and unlocked the door. He must‘ve locked it when you went to bed yesterday, you were glad he did. Otherwise, someone could’ve caught you earlier.

Lando opened the door and there stood little Mila with a stuffie in one hand and a pacifier in the other.

”What are you doing here Sunshine?“

Lando went into full uncle mode and it was the sweetest thing ever. The day before he already was the best uncle, swimming with Mila in his arms through the water and cuddling with her on the sun lounge.

”Lan.“

”That’s me, sweets.“

He crouched down and opened his arm, which Mila ran into. Same girl. Who wouldn’t?

”You want to stay with me and Y/N?“

Mila nodded and he carried her over to the bed. Thank god she had such a good timing, a few minutes earlier and you two would have had a problem. Lando laid down with her, she crawled in between you two and put her pacifier in her mouth while squeezing her stuffie bunny closer to her. You turned to lay on your side while raising your hand to tickle her belly slightly. Giggles erupted and you were sure they could be heard through the whole yacht.

”Is that funny Mila?“

You let go of her and she touched Lando’s beard that he grew.

”Does that feel weird?“

She babbled something you both didn’t understand, but Lando played along and he babbled back. God was he the cutest with kids. Mila was a clingy girl, you noticed after she threw herself at you and clung to your neck for the next twenty minutes. When Oliver came into your room he took her off you and went upstairs with her, you could finally breathe again. It wasn’t like you were scared of her, but she was still a new baby to you and you were scared to upset her somehow.

”You were great with her, you know.“

”Thank you, Lan.“

You both got dressed and headed upstairs as well, where a big breakfast table waited for you with almost all family members sitting around. Within the next few minutes, Flo, Cis, and their boyfriends arrived and you could start with breakfast. You had a lot to choose from, but you still got your favorite breakfast while having an amazing view over the ocean.

”You know Y/N, you’re great company.“

Savannah suddenly said.

”Oh uhm, thank you! I‘ve been enjoying spending time with you guys as well. It’s so peaceful.“

”No really, you’re just you, and you’re not on your phone the whole time, as other girlfriends of Lando have been.“

”Sav!“, Lando stopped her from talking more about his past relationships.

”Lando, it’s true! Remember Luisa? She was dying to get that perfect insta pic the whole time, it was annoying after just one day.“

She could see you were getting uncomfortable. You didn’t know this Luisa, so you didn’t want to say anything bad about her.

”Oh I’m sorry, it’s probably not the best topic to talk about.“

”No don’t worry, but it’s great to know that you don’t find me annoying.“

”Are you kidding? I don’t think that many people would’ve cuddled with Mila after just getting to know her.“

You blushed and looked at Lando, who stared at you. That made you blush even more.

”Anyway, we need to walk the dogs, is there anything you need from the mainland?“

”Oliver, can Y/N and I walk the dogs? I want to show her the city a little.“

”Sure! As long as you bring some sunscreen, we’ve forgotten to pack some.“

Lando and you nodded and got up to get ready. It was only 11:00 am but it was boiling hot already, you hopped into your comfy summer outfit, and Lando and you made your way to where Oliver was waiting with the dogs who were already on the leash. Lando grabbed Uno’s and you were handed Mochas, the little Cockapoo smiled up at you, and his tail was waggled from one side to the other. Lando and you both walked down the ramp that would take you to the land and the dogs began to sniff everything. Lando waved his fingers with yours and you two enjoyed the little stroll through the city. He‘s been here several times, so he showed you a little around, the town was truly beautiful. He even pulled out his phone and took a few pictures of you and the dogs, to document you struggling while holding two hyperactive dogs on their leashes. In between you hopped in a shop to get the sunscreen Oliver asked for and a few little somethings, just as a little stuffed fox for Mila, as she’s addicted to her stuffies.

You two returned to the yacht after the dogs did their business, still holding hands and as soon as you settled on the lounger, Lando was clinging to you. His head placed on your belly and his arms wrapped around your torso, your hands were combing through his curls and you two were enjoying the peace and the sound of the waves clashing against the boat, as you were sailing through the Adriatic Sea.

All you did that day was swim in the sea, tanning on the boat, play with Mila, and cuddling with Lando. In between you had lunch and dinner, drinks, and conversation with his whole Family.

When it was time for bed, you got ready, doing your skincare in the bathroom while Lando was chilling on the bed, waiting for you. He was talking to Max Fewtrell over the phone, you couldn’t really understand what he was saying but he was laughing a lot. While applying the last cream you were listening in, it wasn’t like you were eavesdropping, he was talking really loudly and it was nearly impossible to not listen to what he was saying.

”I‘m excited Maximilian.“

”No, you know I have her with me here.“

”She matters more to me, otherwise I wouldn’t have taken her with me on vacation.“

”Can you please stop? I won’t need her here.“

”I don’t even like her anymore.“

”I don’t care that she‘s a friend of your girlfriends mate.“

”Anyway, I’ll see you without anyone tomorrow.“

After listening to that, you came back into the bedroom to see him throwing his phone on the duvet next to him and he was rubbing his face with his hands.

”What was that about Lan?“

”Oh it’s nothing, Max will join us the day after tomorrow.“

”Oh fun! But does he fit on here? We do not have any more bedrooms.“

”My parents are leaving with the kids and the dogs, he can sleep in their bedroom.“

”What? Why are they leaving? I like their company. But you sounded agitated, is really everything alright?“

”They want us to have a little party as well, Dad has stuff to do in England anyway. And we just had a little fight, don’t worry babe. But come here, I wanna cuddle.“

With a smile, you threw yourself next to him and he immediately attached himself to you.

”You’re clingy, but I love it.“

He chuckled and enjoyed the head scratches he got. Quickly after that, you both fell asleep.

The next morning started with an excited Lando, he was up early and shaking you awake. Why would he do that?

”Y/N! Come on, wake up! We‘re going to ride jet skis. The guy who’s going to bring them will arrive in a second.“

He was a little child, you were sure. You didn’t move, so Lando positioned himself on top of you and started to plant kisses on your face, wherever he could reach, he would kiss. Your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your chin, and ending with a big smooch on your lips.

”Are you awake now? Come on Y/N!“

”Lando, we don’t need to be there when they arrive, I‘m sure someone from your family is waiting.“

”Oliver is waiting with the other boys.“

”See, you can also go if you want, I’ll come soon, but give me a second to wake up.“

”Are you sure?“

”Of course! Go! I‘ll join soon, let me get ready.“

With a little skip in his step, Lando went upstairs and you stretched your arms, slowly waking up fully and getting ready. You met Cisca in the hallway, she was lovely.

”How are you, my dear?“

”I‘m good, Lando is excited for the jetskis, so I got woken up by a bouncing Lando. How did you sleep?“

You two chuckled.

”Sometimes he‘s like that, but I slept good, thank you. I hope to see you around more after the vacation.“

”I‘m sure, but I heard you’re leaving today?“

”Yes, Adam has some things to do in England and we want you kids to have a party vacation as well, we’re taking the small kids and the dogs home with us.“

”I enjoyed staying with you, thank you for welcoming me to your family.“

”Darling, we loved having you, Lando, and you really are soulmates, the way he behaves around you, I’ve never seen him like that. Normally he tries to act all cool and grown up in front of girls, but with you, he was himself, playing with Mila, screaming because Oliver pushed him in the water, he only does it when he feels at home. I‘m really happy he found someone where he can be his true self. And I know that you only know each other for a rather short period of time, but I hope he‘ll keep you around. You’re a good girl.“

With a red head, you hugged Cisca tight, she was truly the perfect mother. Lando told you a lot about his family and always highlighted the relationship he had with his mother.

”Anyway, let’s get going, I want to see their faces when they get on the jetskis.“

Both of you made their way upstairs to see Lando and the others saying their goodbyes to the renting guy, as soon as Lando saw you, his eyes lit up and he stretched out his hand towards you. You took it and the shirtless Lando pulled you in a tight hug, where he placed his head on top of yours, swaying side to side. Your hands slightly scratched his back, which you learned, he loved.

”Are you gonna join me for a ride?“

”Only if you drive safely, you promised my parents to keep me alive.“

”Driving is my job, don’t worry baby.“

”But not on water!“

”Don’t be scared, it’s going to be fun.“

He pressed a kiss on top of your head and you both pulled a lifesaving vest over your swimwear, the rest copying you both. Lando was a bit crazy and rented four jet skis, so everyone could go for a ride at the same time.

Lando sat down on one and held out his hand, for you to take and join him on the jet ski. You placed your bum behind him and crossed your fingers in front of his abs, which you caressed with your thumbs, and pressed your head in his back for support.

”You’re not gonna die Y/N.“

For that comment, you slightly tickled Lando, and he turned the machine on.

”Ready?“

”I think so.“

And he sped off with what felt like a hundred miles per hour. The only thing that could be heard was the splashing from the water and your screaming, after a few turns and a heart attack, Lando stopped the vehicle.

”You having fun back there?“

”Mostly.“

”You wanna ride it?“

”No?“

”Come on!“

Before you could tell him no one more time, he stood up and you clasped his belly, you were scared he was going to fall in the water.

”Slide forward, and I‘ll hold you, you can’t fall in the water and whenever you panic, I‘m there to control it.“

”You promise?“

”I do.“

You slid forward and waited for Lando to settle behind you after you let go of him. He touched your sides and caressed them, just like you did on his abs, he was a sweetheart.

”This handle is to accelerate, and if you want to brake, you have to release it, or turn to the side. Got it?“

You nodded and slowly pushed the accelerator forward. The jet ski moved and you got the grove after a few minutes. Before you could get comfortable, Cisca was hollering for you to get back to the boat, it was time for brunch. And since you went out for brunch today, to eat nicely before Adam and Cisca left, you went and changed into something other than a bikini.

The town was filled with people and Lando and you kept a safe distance, after a few Instagram stories it was known that Lando Norris was in town and a lot of people were circling the docks to catch a glimpse of him. So you walked next to his sisters to make it seem like you were their friend, not the best solution, but you wanted the situationship to be something that only certain people knew of.

When you found the perfect restaurant, you all ordered your favorite dish and talked while waiting for the waiters to bring it.

Lando sat next to you and under the table he had his hand on your thigh, stroking the delicate skin slightly. You’re not gonna lie, it made you a bit excited, but the fact that you were sitting with his family, cooled you down.

The food came and it was absolutely delicious, all of you regretted not coming earlier to this place, and only discovered it on Lando’s parents' last day. After a sweet stroll through the small streets, it was time to return to the boat, Adam and Cisca had to pack the rest of their belongings and drive to the airport. And that’s what they did, they packed their stuff and said goodbye. You were sad when Adam and Cisca hugged you, you really enjoyed getting to know them.

”Y/N, you have to promise to visit us soon, you’re a lovely girl, if Lando doesn’t keep you, he‘s an idiot.“

”Thank you Cisca, I will.“

With one arm around your waist, Lando and the rest of you waved until the taxi drove off.

”Let’s get to partying!“, an exciting Oliver screamed.

The rest of the day was spent drinking, swimming, and cuddling with Lando. In the evening you went back to the restaurant you found this morning, to eat dinner.

When everyone was in their bedrooms, Lando and you sneaked upstairs to the top deck, where a big lounge area was built. Lando sat down and you straddled his lap, bringing your arms behind his neck, his hands settled on your hips, slowly caressing them.

”I‘m really happy you came with us here, I told you everyone will love you.“

”You did.“

”I think I deserve a kiss for that.“

”For you being right?“

”Yes!“

”You think so?“

”Obviously.“

With a smirk, you slowly bend down, until your lips almost touched.

”I don’t think so.“

And with that you sat back up again, giggling.

”You little menace.“

He started to tickle you and with a loud laugh, you jumped off of his lap and landed next to him. He tried to kiss you after laying himself on top of him, but you could only laugh because he kept tickling you.

”Missy, don’t deny kisses from your.. uhm.. from me!“

You noticed his little slip-up and wondered what he wanted to say, was it boyfriend or something else? You decided not to say anything about it, he was clearly embarrassed, judging by his red cheeks.

”I‘ll kiss you, but only if you stop tickling me.“

”Deal.“

And with that, he leaned down and pressed his lips on yours several times, with each kiss it got filthier, the sounds got louder and the atmosphere got sexier. Slowly but surely, Lando pulled on your top, signaling you to remove it.

”Lando, no! Not up here, everyone can hear and see us.“

With a swift move his hand was in your pants, his pointer finger dipped between your pussy lips.

”Are you sure it’s not turning you on? You’re pretty wet darling.“

Dammit. This guy.

”But only if you keep quiet and we hurry.“

”Will do, Boss.“

With a slap to his shoulder, both of you sat up and removed your shirts and pants, only in underwear you sat on the lounger and kissed again, it was filthy, it sounded like you were in some porn.

You pushed Lando down onto the lounger and sat with your heat on his dick, moving slightly to grind on him.

”If you do that, I‘ll cum in my pants.“

”We wouldn’t want that, would we?“

”Missy, behave.“

”I am!“

Before you could say anything else, Lando switched positions, now he was on top of you. And he didn’t hold back, he inserted two fingers in you, pumping them in and out, you arched your back, the sensation felt way too good.

”Are you ready? I‘m way too horny right now.“

”Yes, please Lando.“

”You’re begging now?“

”Yes.“

”I can’t deny you like that, huh?“

You only shook your head and looked at him with puppy eyes.

You removed your underwear and he removed his. His dick was big and hard, just how you liked it, you gave it a few pumps before leading it to your entrance. Lando pushed it in you and you tried not to moan too loudly. With some drags of his hips, that met yours, you were almost there, the risk of getting caught made you way more excited than you thought it would, and Lando wasn’t any different, you could feel him twitching inside of you. The pleasure making you feel lightheaded. Every few seconds, Lando pressed little kisses on your lips, trying to be closer to you than he already was.

”Baby, I‘m cumming.“

And with that, Lando shot his white liquid inside of you, which pushed you over the edge as well and both of you were a panting moaning mess. This will probably never get old, the pleasure Lando could provide you with was amazing. You were enjoying the peace while still being entangled within each other.

”Should we get dressed and go into our bedroom?“

”I think so, it’s slowly uncomfortable laying butt naked.“

”But I like your butt“, and he smacked your ass with his hand.

You chuckled and got up, pulling your clothes back on to cover up, with quiet steps, you both went down the staircases leading to the bedrooms. When you laid on the bed, Lando whispered something in your ear, that had you clenching your thighs all over again.

”I haven’t fucked you against the windows yet.“

The next day came quickly. All you wanted was to stay in bed but Lando had other plans, Max was to arrive at 8:30 am so he wanted to get up. You got that, but staying in bed with him sounded better and you didn’t want to sound rude and stay in bed, so you got up with him. You put on a bikini and threw a summer dress over it, so you didn’t walk around in just a bikini all day. Lando didn’t want you to put on make-up, but it was way too warm for it anyway, so you didn’t put any on. You wanted to give your skin a break from the products you tortured it every day in your normal life.

Lando and you waited on the lounger and enjoyed the already warm sun. Both were cuddling the other and sharing light kisses every now and then. You already missed Cisca, Adam, the kids, and the dogs but you were ready for some more party-like vacation, you also couldn’t wait to meet Max. Lando has told you a lot about him when he came to your flat and you two cooked together. After waiting for five minutes, you heard a suitcase roll on the concrete, Lando and you got up to welcome Max when Lando stopped in his walking and froze.

”Lan, what is it?“

He was blocking your view so you couldn’t see what was happening.

”What are you doing here?“

You pushed Lando a little to the side so you could see who he was talking to. Two tall, brown-haired women stood next to Max, who were these women?

”Lando I told you she was visiting us and we couldn’t leave her home.“

”And I told you, that I didn’t want to see her. I told you to come alone.“

”Mate, come on, you can’t say that. We planned that Pietra could come and I’m sorry but Luisa just joined.“

Oh, this was the ex Lando wasn’t comfortable to talk about. You immediately felt self-conscious, she was gorgeous, she had long legs and she was skinny. As if you had taken her out of a magazine and placed her here. You could see that she was eyeing you up and down, clearly annoyed that another woman was standing next to Lando.

”Max, can we talk in private please?“

With that Lando and Max went inside the yacht and you were left alone with the two girls.

”So you’re the new sidekick from Lando?“

”Excuse me?“

”You know, the new fuck-friend.“

”I‘m sorry, who are you again?“

”I‘m Luisa. His ex.“

”I don’t think you have any right to judge him.“

”Darling, you look so young and inexperienced, do you think that is something Lando wants?“

”I have a reasonable age, thank you. And I don’t think it’s any of your business.“

Suddenly you felt very small, you wanted to disappear and go home, she made this place feel like hell.

”You know, when Lando was with me, he always told me how he loved to have someone as skinny and tall as I am, you look like you enjoyed the food a bit too much on here, I know what the Norris’ are like on their holiday, I‘ve been with them twice, they go all out but trust me, a salad next time won’t hurt. And you’re not wearing any makeup? Lando hated it when I didn’t do that.“

The tears were prickling in your eyes.

”Lando hasn’t said anything, and as long as he’s happy, I‘m happy too. I don’t know what you want to achieve here but you don’t need to talk so badly about me.“

”Because he‘s a gentleman and wouldn’t comment on your weight and ugliness.“

”Lu, that’s enough“, the other woman told Luisa.

”P, she should know what he‘s like, no?“

”He‘s wonderful to me.“

”For now, he broke up with me because I was too boring for him, his words.“

You shook your head, not believing her. She was the topic two days ago during dinner, later on in bed, you asked Lando why they broke up, and he told you that she was a bit unfaithful to him and she didn’t want the same things as he did. He wanted to slowly settle down, but she was all over the clubs and flirting with other guys.

He didn’t seem like he was lying to you, but she was.

”Look Luisa, respectfully, I don’t want to continue this conversation.“

You turned around and went into the yacht, while walking down the stairs you heard Lando and Max talking.

”Look, this is gonna complicate things, I like Y/N, and I don’t know why Luisa should be here. She‘ll only do damage.“

”Let’s wait and see how things develop, don’t be a pussy. Let’s have a good time and you won’t notice her.“

”Fine, but one strike and she‘s out.“

You heard that they started walking to the stairs and you panicked, what should you do? If you stay on the stairs and walk to the bedroom as you planned, it‘ll look like you eavesdropped on their conversation, but if you turn around and go back to Luisa and Pietra, it‘ll be even worse. Before you could do anything, you saw Lando and Max appear in front of you.

”Oh hi, I‘m Y/N, you must be Max, I‘ve heard so much about you!“

Great, act like it was planned that you wanted to see them.

”Hey, I‘m Max, nice to meet you.“

You stepped the last steps down the stairs and hugged Max, rubbing his back quickly. When he pulled away you looked at Lando.

”Are you okay? Are the girls nice to you?“

What were you going to do? Act like all was well or tell the truth, in the end, you didn’t want to ruin the day, maybe it was just starting difficulties, so you went with option one.

”Yes, I am, they‘re nice, I.. uhm wanted to go and charge my phone, I need to call my parents anyway.“

”Are you sure? I plucked your phone in last night, it should be fully charged.“

Dammit Lando.

”Well, yeah… I still need to call my parents, so you start without me, the others aren’t awake yet anyway.“

You quickly kissed his cheek, smiled at Max, and went into the bedroom, where you sat down with a sigh, you hoped Lando believed your little story.

How could you survive the rest of the week with this monster upstairs? You didn’t want to hide your affection towards Lando just because she could say something, you didn’t want to stay in the room the whole time just so she couldn’t eye you. Lando did say, after one strike, she was out, but Lando was probably the nicest person you met, would he actually kick her out? The friend of his best friend's girlfriend?

But what if what she said was actually true? Should you maybe skip the chips and eat the salad she told you about, maybe you should work out again, you haven’t done that in the last week. And not wearing any makeup? Lando did tell you to skip it and enjoy the sun on your bare face but what if he just said that, so you would get a better tan? Before you knew it, a tear trickled down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away. You didn’t want her to ruin your vacation, but Lando was with her for a year, her character couldn’t be so ugly if he held it out for so long.

With one last deep breath, you got up and went upstairs to see where the others were, Cis and her boyfriend joined them and you looked for Lando but couldn’t find him, so you sat down next to Cis and greeted her. After a second glance around the group, you saw that Luisa was also missing. Mh, that didn’t seem to be a good thing.

So you turned to Cis and asked: ”Have you seen Lando?“

”Oh, he went to talk with Luisa.“

What?

”Thank you.“

Now what? You obviously wanted to go look for him and see what she was doing, you trusted Lando but you did not trust her, especially after all the things she said to you just thirty minutes ago. You had to go and find them, so you got up and walked to the other side of the boat where you saw them from a distance and stopped walking so they didn’t see you but you could hear them.

She was touching his arm and he was clearly uncomfortable.

”Please, don’t make this trip a living hell.“

”Lando, I know you still like me, otherwise you wouldn’t have texted me last week.“

Last week? That was when you had met and he asked you on this trip, was he saying all these sweet things to you just so he could have some fun with you?

”Luisa, I didn’t mean any of the words I wrote, I was drunk and..“

”Drunk words, sober thoughts Lando. Do I need to remind you what you wrote?“

”No!“

”Are you sure? Because I still think of you sometimes too.“

Her posture shifted and now she also had her other hand on his chest, getting closer to him.

”You can’t tell Y/N! I truly like her, you‘ll only ruin it, I know.“

”Me telling her? Lando, she‘s not in your league, you‘ll drop her sooner or later.“

”No, I like her the way she is.“

”You’re only fooling yourself.“

Why is he not telling her to stop touching him? What if it was true and he was actually still thinking about her, while he was with you, even if he told you she means nothing to him anymore. The more seconds that passed, the closer she got to his face and before you saw anything that you didn’t want to see, you turned away and ran off. When reaching the others you slowed down, to not seem like you were crazy.

”Did you find Lando, Y/N?“

You only shook your head and smiled at Cis, while sitting down next to her again. You didn’t even want to know what happened back there when you left, did they kiss? You hoped not.

The rest of the group was chatting and laughing, while you were gone, Savannah, Oliver, Flo and her boyfriend joined the rest and you greeted them with a small ’good morning‘, but you weren’t really in the mood to talk. You were slowly doubting this whole thing, what if Luisa was right and Lando only wanted some fun and did not get settled, you didn’t want to get married tomorrow but maybe get in a relationship sometime soon. Was it the right decision to go on a holiday with a stranger and his family?

Every now and then Cis nudged you a little and asked what was wrong but you reassured her that you were tired, she didn’t need to know your doubts.

After a while Lando and Luisa returned, Lando was looking rather pissed and Luisa had a smug smile on her face. You definitely did not want to know what happened, judging from her face she got what she wanted. Lando threw himself on the couch opposite of you, and then patted his legs while looking at you, indicating that he wanted you to come and sit on his lap.

You shook your head and looked at the ocean again, you didn’t want to give Luisa something that she could ruin for you again.

Lando gave you a questioning look and nodded towards his lap again, desperate for you to sit there.

”Y/N, go and sit on Lando’s lap, I can’t stand to see him like that.“

You knew Max meant it as a joke, but it only made you feel smaller, now Luisa was looking at you with disgust and a grin on her face.

”I need to go to the toilet.“

With the lame excuse, you went into the lowest deck and sat on your shared bed, with a sigh you grabbed your phone and started to text your best friend about the doubts you were having, but Lando came into the room before you could finish your text.

”What’s wrong?“

”Nothing.“

”You can tell that to my sister, but not to me, seriously Y/N, what is your problem? Why are you acting so weird in front of my friends?“

”Oh you mean your ex-girlfriend?“

”I didn’t want her to be here.“

”I know.“

”So what is your problem?“

”I don’t feel comfortable with her around.“

”Me neither, but what am I supposed to do?“

”I don’t know, stay with me? You left me alone with her and Pietra while you talked to Max, you left with HER to talk somewhere where no one would see you, while I was clearly upset sitting here.“

”You said you were fine!“

Lando was getting frustrated.

”When a woman tells you, she is fine, she probably isn’t fine, that’s something you should know with two sisters.“

”Y/N, don’t cause a scene now, you’re being ridiculous.“

”If that is what you think I am, then I think it’s time for me to go home.“

”Because of me not checking on you, when I asked you two times if you were fine?“

”It’s not just that, I can’t live with that monster upstairs, she made me almost cry, Lando.“

”She‘s not that cruel.“

”She is, she told me how I am just a quick fuck for you, how fat and ugly I am, that I needed to start eating salads instead of my normal dinner.“

Lando was stunned, he never expected her to say these things, especially because they weren’t true, he thought you were the prettiest person on the planet.

”Did she kiss you?“

”What?“

”Did she ki-“

”No!“

”But she was leaning in towards you, I saw it!“

”How?“

”When you were missing from the group I looked for you, I found you two very touchy talking on the other side of the boat. She was leaning to kiss you and before I could see something I didn’t wanna see, I ran off.“

”She tried, yeah, but I pushed her off as soon as I felt her lips on mine.“

”So she did kiss you.“

”What’s your point of this? Showing me how bad I am?“

”No! I want you to be honest with me.“

”Why? You are not my girlfriend yet, calm down, it’s not like I made out with her. I told you I pushed her away as soon as I felt it. What is your problem?“

”I don’t have a problem with you, but with her. We’re not together and she is treating me like I’m the reason you guys broke up. I can’t do that.“

”Don’t listen to her then.“

”Sure, if someone tells you how bad you’re at driving and how you‘ll never win, you don’t listen.“

”I listen, that only makes me work harder, and that people like that have no idea.“

”Maybe that’s how you react, but not me Lando, I’m fragile, and I listen to this shit, and it hurts me.“

”But she’s this stupid girl that means nothing to me, she should mean nothing to you. Isn’t it important what we feel? I feel a lot for you, I love how you look, I love who you are, she’s just bullshitting.“

”She did mean a lot to you at some point in your life, she knows you better than me, there’s no denying it. You were together with her for a year, and you knew her before that. We’ve only knowing each other for a week.“

”Maybe, but now she means nothing to me anymore, you mean a lot to me, you, not her. I don’t care how long I’ve known you.“

”But I can’t live with her for the rest of the week, she‘s this.. this mean girl who tries to ruin what we have, and to know she already tried to kiss you, I just can’t do it, Lando.“

”I can’t tell her to leave, Max will be pissed because Pietra will be pissed and I can’t do it.“

”We’re going around in circles.“

”Just get over it, ignore her and that’s it.“

”You… you’re telling me to get over it?“

”Yes! Ignore her and we have a nice week.“

”And what about the text about still thinking of her, you sent last week?“

Lando was clearly stunned as he didn’t reply.

”I heard that, Lando, you didn’t deny it. You sent her a text, telling her how much you missed her while telling me the same shit, while we were already fucking?“

”No, it’s not like that, I uhm…“

”You see? You have nothing to say, just own it, Lando, tell me you texted her.“

”I did, but only because I was super drunk and Max was going on about how we were made for each other, which is bullshit. He talked me into believing she was a better person than she is.“

”You know Lando, maybe this was too fast, maybe we thought we had a connection that actually wasn’t there. We imagined this world where we could be something, but I just think we’re not right for the other. And you being drunk does not excuse you for texting her, own it, if you feel nothing for me, you should’ve told me earlier, you should’ve told me before I went with you and your family on this stupid trip.“

You stood up, now facing Lando and trying to hold back your tears that were threatening to spill. Before you could move away, Lando hugged you tight, squeezing you into him, and even though you tried to wiggle out of his grip, you couldn’t.

”No! Lando, let me be sad and angry at you.“

”No, nops, not today. Look at me, baby.“

You lifted your head and looked into his eyes, gently, he wiped the tears off your cheeks and kissed your nose softly.

”We will not fight because of her. We will go up there, you‘ll sit on my lap, and we‘ll smile at her. Just smile. Because you’re mine and she’s not anymore and never will be again.“

”I don’t want to see her.“

”I‘m sorry baby, I‘ll talk to Max tonight, I’ll see what I can do, okay?“

You nodded and squeezed him a bit tighter.

”I like you, a lot. Don’t listen to her.“

”I like you a lot too, but you have to promise me, to not text her again.“

”Don’t worry, the next day, after she replied, I deleted her number and the conversation, so I can’t even reach her anymore, not that I want to. She‘ll never be in my head ever again, I have you and Max will see that I don’t need her in my life.“

You shared a kiss and enjoyed each other's company, before heading up again to join the others. Lando sat down, pulled you on his lap, and crossed his arms in front of you. Everyone looked at you and you felt Luisa’s stare, it made you feel small and you snuggled more into Lando, now being with your back against his chest. It was almost like smoke was coming out of Luisa‘s ears, but you didn’t pay any attention to her, only focusing on Lando’s hands and the sweet words of affection he whispered in your ears.

The group was chatting the whole time, Lando and you were in your own little bubble, every now and then people would ask you something, or Lando would throw in certain comments, but the rest of the time, you were trying not to get Luisa’s presence get too close to you. When Oliver declared he needed a Cocktail and would mix some, everyone agreed and ordered their favorite, Luisa was trying hard to get Lando’s attention but he made sure to not give her any. He was chatting with you, with his family, with Max and Pietra but never with Luisa, and she was annoyed. Whenever you would look at her, she was glaring at him, trying to get him to talk to her, but he never did anything. After a few drinks, you were sitting at the bar and chatting with the girls (Pietra and Luisa excluded) and Lando came to you.

”I‘m gonna go and talk to Max and Pietra, I‘ll see what I can do.“

You nodded and kissed him quickly, looking after him as he went and tapped Max on his shoulder.

”You are so sweet together.“

”Oh thank you, Flo.“

”She‘s right, he‘s never been so.. himself. He‘s super clingy, even cuddles with me sometimes when he is home and feels lonely. Two years ago on Christmas, we were watching Home alone and he just came, hugged me, and cuddled close to me, some might say it’s weird that siblings cuddle like that, but he‘s such a clinger.“

”Cis, you know, he‘s been like that with me since the first meeting. I‘ve always wondered why, but now that you’re telling me that he‘s always like that.. makes me feel even more at home with him.“

”When do you think he‘s going to ask you to be his girlfriend?“

You scoffed.

”Don’t scoff! You’re acting like an old couple.“

”I‘m just enjoying it like it is right now, we‘ve only known each other for like two and a half weeks, I don’t wanna rush things.“

”I‘m sure it‘ll be soon.“

Before you could answer, you heard Luisa screaming, due to her being further away, you couldn’t understand what she was saying, but it didn’t sound too happy, and after ten minutes, an angry Luisa was stomping down the ramp towards a taxi. You looked at the girls and they didn’t know what to say either. Lando came to you with a big smile.

”She‘s gone! We‘ve talked to her and she left.“

You jumped off your seat and hugged Lando, being thankful that he actually did it and got her to leave.

”What did you say to her?“

”Just that she was evil and we don’t want to have her here.“

”You’re the best Lando.“

He grinned and gave you a kiss, hugging you tight as his life depended on it.

The rest of the vacation was spent in peace, you were partying, tanning, laughing and most importantly, you and Lando were happy.

Pietra and you actually got along, after Luisa left, she apologized a dozen times and you made up, both of you promised to meet up together when the boys were streaming and had no time for them.

But everything comes to an end, even the good things, so you sat at the airport waiting for your flight back home, Lando was sad that the summer break was over and the vacation too. He loved having you meet his family and getting along so well. When they announced that boarding started and all of you waited in the line, Lando turned to you, to ask a question.

”Do you want to come to a race with me?“

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It took you a few tries to finally join Lando for a race, you tried to come to Zandvoort, failed because of your work that you couldn’t skip, the next race was Monza, your friend's birthday was scheduled on Saturday evening and you agreed to come a month before knowing Lando. The whole time you were texting, sexting, and calling, you always wanted to be close but due to his tight schedule and your also consuming work plan, it was nearly impossible to see each other.

So when you could take some time off to come to Singapore, Lando was over the moon. When you told him over FaceTime, he was not able to get rid of his smile, but neither were you. Together you flew to Singapore and if you hadn’t had to shut up during the night, you would’ve talked over the whole time you were in the air.

Friday was fun, seeing what Lando loved doing the most, made your heart full. Fp1 and Fp2 showed some good potential and Lando was able to collect much-needed data.

Saturday was qualifying day and you were nervous, sure it was nerve-wracking to see your favorite driver trying to get a good lap in, but seeing it in real life and knowing the person as well as you do, it’s something else. Lando wasn’t too happy with P4 but he tried to cover it up as best as he could. He wanted to focus on Sunday and do his best.

And his best he did. The P2 made you jump up and down, hugging Adam tightly, who was also there. Together with the team, that you‘ve gotten to know over the weekend, you waited for him in parc fermé behind the barrier. When he saw you, his eyes lit up and he hugged you tight, overwhelmed with emotions.

Later when you two were in the hotel, sharing a bed, Lando had an important question.

”Will you be my girlfriend?“

The end

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Hey hey! I would like to request something for Sebastian Michaelis, I love how you write him and I’m so glad you’re still writing for him.

My request is about their first time having intimacy in the bedroom together. You said the first time they do it bonds them for eternity as mates, I wonder how that experience is like. I was reading Eternal Companion again for the 19764335267th time and I’ve been thinking about what their first time was like for a while.

If you don’t feel comfortable writing this than it’s okay, you don’t have to do anything your not comfortable with ml.

I hope you have a wonderful day! And stay safe!

I hope your request meets with your satisfaction. dear minnsmittens

You waited patiently outside the Phantomhive estate over the double front gates for Sebastian to pick you up and go on a date he promised you would never forget. Because tonight, he said he had some interesting surprise for you two in store that would leave you breathless. And you know very well your demon never lies...not to you at least.

Everything needed to be ready before Sebastina would leave with you for the night. That includes him putting young master to bed, making sure the mansion is ready for tomorrow morning and putting the servants in charge to guard the young lord for the rest of the night from any intruders who might come breaking inside. Not to mention the special place he talked you about needed to be absolutely prefect for your arrival.

The wind suddenly began to blow a bit stronger, making you silver in the beautiful dress you decided to wear for your date with the butler. Just then, Sebastian's tail coat was placed upon your shoulders, and you were swiftly lifted from the ground in your dadecate demon's arms with your head resting against his chest.

Just like that, the freezing feeling on your skin disappeared. Now you were all warmed up and comfortable while he held you in bridal style to his embrace. "Sebastian, you're here" You said softly, nuzzling your cheek to the crock of his neck, making him chuckle in response

as he turned on his heel and started to walk with you in his arms deep in the woods.

"I've missed you too, my darling. However, if I knew just one hour of my absence would make you feel so anxious, I would have finished my tasks much sooner" Sebastian spoke calmly while crossing a stunning-decorated wooden bridge that seemed to lead in a path created by flowers.

"Sebastian, where does this path lead-" You were suddenly cut short by your demon, who caught your lips in a tender kiss. When he pulled away, your expression that was clearly asking for more made him let out a soft laugh, and he rubbed his nose against yours in a playful manner. "Hush now, my love, let me cover your eyes just for a moment..." He placed you softly back on your feet and took off his tie, perfectly covering your eyes.

"Hey, I can't see where I am going to!" You protested with a pout; all you could hear were his amused giggles and the soothing sound of a wait...a waterfall?

Sebastian took your hands to his, leading you gently forward on the path. "Just a few more steps and I'll show you my first surprise to you" The butler waited patiently and stopped you from walking once you were standing right where he wanted you, then he removed the tie from your eyes and smirked with pure pride once he saw your utterly shocked and amazed face, completely speechless.

A lavish bedroom settled right before your very eyes, its design inspired by the lush greenery of the forest itself. The walls are painted a soothing shade of moss, while the furniture, including the grand four-poster bed, is crafted from rich, dark wood that resembles tree trunks from the best quality. Delicate vines and colorful flowers are intricately carved into the pieces, adding to the organic ambiance.

The bedding features a vibrant, leaf-patterned duvet in shades of emerald and olive, complemented by plush throw pillows in deep berry tones. A stunning chandelier hangs from the ceiling, its crystals refracting light like dewdrops on foliage. The room is illuminated by a soft, warm glow emanating from table candle lamps shaped like giant mushrooms. The room was surrounded only by three walls, leaving the front part wide open to Mother Nature's view so you and Sebastian could enjoy all its benefits and also bask in the beauty of the forest.

Just before the enchanting bedroom, a table for two was spread, filled with a feast fit for a queen. The wooden table is laden with an abundance of festive fare- plump roasted meats, steaming bowls of fragrant stews, crusty loaves of bread, and an assortment of sweet pastries and desserts.

"You made all this, just for me?" You managed to speak after a short while as you felt Sebastian's hands being placed over your shoulders.

"But of course, only the best for beloved darling kitten" The butler said as he pulled a seat for you and helped you settle comfortably, putting a clean white cloth over your legs before he sat on the chair right in front of you.

"I thought to create a place where we can enjoy each other's company in peace, away from routine or any responsibilities. However, we can come here again in the future if you'd like, though not as often as we might wish to, I am afraid"

The golden candelabras on the table cast a soft, dancing glow above your faces, making the scene look like as if it was put out from a fairy tale.

"Never has someone done so much for me before, just for a date. I am glad that I met you, Sebastian. I have to confess that I have had feelings for you for a long time by now, and I didn't know whether to tell you or not because of the fact that you and I are different beings and also because of your master. I never wanted to cause you any problems between you and him, but I cannot deny my stupid human feelings anymore" You spoke while looking down on the pretty redish table cloth, unable to look him in the eyes.

Sebastain was kind of wide-eyed shocked for the first few seconds, although it was quickly replaced with that annoying yet such charming amused smirk of his. "My my, you are very bold and brave compared to all this time I got to know you" He let out a soft chuckle. "I can't say I am disappointed, though...quite the opposite, actually"

He stood up from his seat and made his way to you with slow yet confident steps before he stoped beside you and turned your chair so you could face him properly. He took down on his one knee and took your hands to his larger ones, bringing them close to his lips, giving each one of your knuckles a sweet castled kiss.

You blushed hard and barely managed to speak properly without stuttering the words that were about to come out. "I-I um...I thought..." You tried to get your hands off Sebastian's gentle grip to hide your face behind them, but the demon butler didn't let you do so. Instead, he pulled you to sit on his lap, pulling you flush against him in a passionate kiss.

His arm snaked around your waist, securing you in his embrace while kissing you deeper but still lovingly. He pulled away just a bit so you could catch your breath and smiled with adoration at the adorable blushing mess he had made out of you. "I am so happy, my mate" Overjoyed, Sebastain beamed, lifting you in his arms and spinning around with you for a few moments.

"Wait, your mate? What are you talking about?" You questioned, a bit confused once he placed you back on your feet, not letting you out from his hold though.

"I can see why you're so confused, but I will explain everything after you're done eating the delicious food I prepared just for you. Yes, my darling?" He assisted you back to your seat and served you a bit from everything on a big plate, then he made it back on his seat across you. He rested his chin on his palm and watched with a gentle excretion as you started eating, deep in thought.

Once you had a full stomach, you placed down your fork and turned your gaze back to him with a closed-eyes smile, making him let out a heartfelt laugh as he whipped some dribbles off the edge of your mouth with a napkin.

"Now, kitten, come along. We have to continue our conversation" He offered you his hand and led you to follow him as then he sat over the large bed, patting his lap softly with a smile. A gesture that made you blush once again, but you hesantly did as he asked, wrapping your legs around his waist while your hands found comfort over his well-shaped shoulders..

He held you close while speaking in a soft, soothing manner with his arms around your waist in a tight, warm embrace and forehead rested upon yours. "You have no idea how happy you made me today. For a demon to find a partner he wants to be with...a mate is extremely rare for my species to find, 1% possible to be exact and finding you was indeed a miracle. That's why I am so grateful you share my feelings and want to be together. A mate means a demon's true companion; it makes a demon feel complete and at peace. Practically, you being my mate means I have had experience what heaven might feel like and to tell you the truth, I don't intend to lose this feeling, to lose you, my darling mate, ever. But what about you? I am interested to know what's your opinion in this matter"

You were so amazed and overwhelmed with joy right now, as if you were living in a dream that you never wanted to wake up from. "The truth is...I love you, Sebastian, and I want to be with you forever!" You asked in a desperate form of confession and quickly hid your face to the crock of his neck, hugging him tighter.

He returned the hug while rubbing soft circles over your back. "In that case, now I can reveal the second surprise I have for you tonight" Sebastian spoke as he broke the hug and looked down at you deep in the eyes with tenderness. "What would you say if there was a way for us to be together forever? A way that would allow you to stay human and be by my side no matter how many millennia may pass, hm?" He asked you while caressing your cheek.

"But how's that even possible? For me to remain a human, I mean" You asked in pure curiosity.

"Oh well, this is very simple, my dear. The only way to make this actually work is if you'll let me mark you as my mate. By making this pact, I bound my soul with yours for eternity. This will prevent any grim reaper from collecting your precious soul and sending you to heaven or hell. Also, this contract between us will give me the right to transport you from one body to the next once it's time for you to pass away during the centuries that may follow in the future. This is a big decision because once it's done, there's no going back"

You thought for a moment, and once you were ready, you looked up to him with a serious expression. "All my life, all I ever wanted was to be loved and accepted by someone for who I am. I would be stupid to refuse my only chance to be with you, but I want to ask that mark, is it going to hurt?" You sounded a bit concerned.

"Yes it will my love, however it will be only for a tiny moment. Besides I have a way to make that brief moment of pain more...toralateble" The butler spoked in a very promising tone as his hand slid under the fabric of your dress to caress your hip.

A hard blush spread on your cheeks but you were unable to hide your atisopation your body felt with his touch, your body was craving him so badly right now. "I think I am ready, Sebastian" You said, almost in a form of a whisper.

"Wonderful, you have no idea how long I've waited for this moment to come" Was all he said before lifting you up in his arms for a brief moment and then shoving you playfully into the soft bed's matters.

"Allow me to assist you" You heard him saying, and in a flash, you were laying with him hovering over your naked form like the predator he is. By instinct, you tried to cover your breasts with your arms, but they were gently pulled aside by your demon lover and placed gently back to the soft, warm matters.

"Please don't hide yourself from me, I love you just the way you are" His fingers traced the contours of your skin with deliberate tenderness. Each article of clothing is removed with reverence, as if he's unwrapping the most precious gift he has ever received.

He let out a satisfied sigh, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of your naked form. His hands began to roam over your body, mapping out every curve and valley, committing each detail to memory.

You looked so pathetically adorable, all vurnable and completely exposed to his eyes. "Tell you what, let's start slow at first, what would you say for some kisses?"

"I'd like that very much" You smiled happily while watching him lean closer, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his pent-up desire into it.

You moaned softly in pleasure as you let yourself get lost in his kisses and caresses. "Tha's it. Moan for me as much as you like, kitten" He purred between open-mouth kisses down from the jaw to your neck. "Oh, I love leaving kisses down on your neck" He purred softly in your ear before returning his attention to the exposed skin, alternating between light, teasing pecks and longer, more passionate licks and nibbles.

"Oh, your scent is intoxicating. You're my mate indeed" He murmured in a husky tone, his lips trailing down the column of your throat, pausing to suckle lightly at the pulse point. "Every inch of you holds secrets, and I intend to unravel them, one kiss at a time"

After a while, his attention shifted to your chest. The demon marvels at the beauty of your breasts, full and pert, crowned with rosy nipples that beckon his touch. With reverent hands, he cupped the soft mounds, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks in a circular motion. "Does my kitten enjoy the sensation to her gorgeous breasts?" Sebastian asked with closed eyes and a smile, humming in satisfaction once his ears perked up to your sweet moans and whimpers.

"My sole purpose is to fulfill your every whim, to bring you untold ecstasy`" He whispered while leaning down, capturing a nipple between his lips. He began to suckle gently, his skillful tongue swirling around the hardening bud.

At the same time, he applied subtle pressure with his long slender fingers, rolling and tugging at the other nipple, creating a delightful tension throughout your chest.

With deliberate slowness, he descended further, his lips leaving a trail of scorching kisses across your stomach. He then paused at your navel just for a moment before dipping his tongue inside the hollow and continuing downward. "The path to your heart leads through this delectable valley" Sebastian murmured, his breath hot against your skin. 

"And I am honored to be the guide who will explore its every curve and crevice" Reaching the juncture of your thighs, he gently parted your legs, settling between them to a comfortable position.

"Would you like some pleasure down there, my darling kitten?" His orange-reddish orbs stared at you, his eyes smoldering with barely restrained hunger. His smirk grew wider. Once you nodded in agreement, he began to plant tender kisses along the delicate inner folds of your sex. "Did you know that a demon's alive is quite the aphrodisiac to a human's body?"

Not really waiting for an actual answer, he resumed his sensual kisses, this time with increased fervor, his wet tongue delving deeper into your core as he lapped at your virgin essence. The knowledge that his very existence ignites such primal passion within you only fueled his own lust, making the demon crave more of your sweet submission.

You were close, so very close, he gave your clit one final lingering kiss before his body hovered upon yours, a blur of movement as he position himself above you once again. With a single, painfully slow thrust, he sheathed his manhood fully within your welcoming heat, a low groan escaping his lips at the exquisite sensation of being enveloped by your tight, wet passage.

"My mate..," He panted, his hips began to move in a slow, sensual rhythm designed to drive you both to the heights of pleasure. 

"Let me show you the depths of my devotion, the unbreakable bond we shall forge through the sacred ritual as we become one" While making love to you with increasing passion, his hands roam your body, caressing every curve with delicate strokes.

When the moment was right, just as you came undone around your lover's throbing cock, making you scream in pure ecstasy as he reached his peak too Sebastian captured the crock of your neck in a searing kiss, pouring all his devotion, desire, and dark ambition into the embrace.

Just then, in a small moment, your whole body was possessed by a massively painful feeling that made you let out an echoing battle cry so loud that it made any hidden birds that were nestled up over tall trees let out a horrific call and flee away.

"Oh, that was one hell of a scream now, wasn't it, my love?" Your Sebastian spoke once he removed his lips from the seemingly deep wound over your neck.

He glanced at your face, and his expression softened as he leaned down to lick off the tears that were running down your cheeks in the form of thin lines. "Shh, shh, shhhh...my poor little kitten, the shock and pain must have been a bit too much for you to bear with"

He released his member from your entrance with a yet sloppy plop and brought you into a comforting embrace with his arms resting under your head.

"For our pact to be complete, you will need my assistance to heal your wound so our symbol can be revealed. Now be a good little mate and try to relax for me, alright darling?" He whispered sweetly close to your ear and gave your forehead a long tender kiss before he started licking the wounded area of your neck.

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As the night's passionate embrace reaches its crescendo, the first tentative rays of dawn begin to creep across the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold.

The air is filled with the sweet, heady scent of blooming flowers and the gentle chirping of awakening birds. The soft light casts long shadows, illuminating the sweat-drenched bodies entwined in your sleeping form in Sebastian's protective embrace.

Your eyes, heavy-lidded with sated bliss, meet your demon's tender gaze as he beamed a soft yet warm "Good morning, my precious mate" His velvet-like voice mingled with the morning sounds, a symphony of carnal satisfaction and a new beginning together, side by side, until the end of time.

[lucy90712]

Can you write angst with Jude where you guys get into a huge argument (maybe something big) and he is in the wrong and he says some pretty nasty things and then maybe you leave your shared house and stay over at a friend’s. Jude realises his faults and comes over and makes it up to you. End with pure fluff please

"What am I supposed to do mum I don't think he's doing anything bad but he just never quite tells me the truth" I said down the phone exasperated at the situation 

"What isn't he telling you?" She asked 

"If he's going out or if he's back late from training he won't tell me where he's going or if he does he isn't telling me the truth because I can see his location plus people take pictures and sometimes he'll tell me he's with his friends but then I find out he's not and he's out on his own" I said 

"Are you sure he's not cheating?" She asked 

"I don't think so when he's at home he's no different to how he usually is he's still affectionate and puts effort into our relationship plus he doesn't hide his phone from me or anything, maybe I'm just being delusional" I said 

"I don't think you are the lying isn't great but if he still treats you right then I would say he's not cheating he never seemed the type to cheat to me" she said 

"I just don't know what to do I feel like I should say something but I'll feel stupid if he has a good reason" I said 

"I wish I could help you darling but it's your relationship I would say think on it and if it really bothers you and continues to play on your mind then just ask him about in a way that hopefully won't start an argument" she advised 

"Thank you mum I'll call you tomorrow" I said 

"Good luck darling" she said 

I was hoping that calling my mum would make me feel better but it really hasn't. For weeks I've been hoping this situation would just solve itself but of course I'm not that lucky. For the first few weeks I thought Jude was sneaking around to arrange stuff for my birthday, but that has come and gone and he's still lying to me about where and who he's with. I really don't think he's cheating on me but that might be because I just don't want to believe it if I don't think about it then maybe it's not true but the longer this goes on the more I have to wonder what he's hiding. The thing that made me call my mum was that Jude didn't come home until after I'd gone to bed last night when he said he'd be home for dinner and it just gave me an awful feeling. I just needed someone to tell me that I'm not crazy for thinking Jude should be telling me what he's up to. 

As I ate breakfast downstairs on my own I saw Jude's phone on the coffee table where he'd obviously forgotten to bring it upstairs last night. I wanted so badly to go through it and get my answer as to what he's been doing but if it really is nothing I'll feel awful and I know Jude would be mad at me for not trusting him. He seemed to get a text every few minutes which was just taunting me even more until I couldn't resist anymore. I told myself I'd only look at the texts on his lock screen and if they were from his friends that would be the end of it. As I was looking through the messages were mostly from his teammates and were all innocent but then a new text popped up which activated my fight or flight. It was from his ex the one he had to promise he wasn't still seeing when we first started our relationship. 

Hey Jude last night was great I'm so glad you liked it 

There was nothing innocent about those words, I couldn't think if a single reason he should be seeing her let alone receiving that text the next day. I wasn't really sure whether to cry or to go and yell at him. I really never thought he'd cheat on me but maybe that was just naive I mean so many people warned me that footballers aren't the most loyal, but I thought Jude was different. We've been together for long enough now that I thought I didn't have to worry about him getting with anyone else, I mean he begged me to move to Madrid with him and stupidly I thought that meant something. 

Before I could decide what reaction I was going to have Jude stumbled downstairs clearly still waking up. Seeing him so nonchalant when he knows what he did made me so angry so before I could stop myself I marched up to him and gave him the best death stare I could. 

"Are you ok you look really mad" Jude said 

"Of course I'm mad not only have you been lying to me about where you go and who you're with for weeks you're now texting your ex" I said 

"I'm not texting my ex" he blatantly lied 

"Don't you dare lie to me Jude I saw the text pop up on your phone, last night was so great I'm so glad you liked it" I mocked 

"You are so dramatic sometimes it's literally nothing" he said 

"How can you tell me it's nothing when you lied straight to my face when I first brought it up" I started to yell getting frustrated at him 

"Because I knew you'd go psycho about it and I didn't want to deal with that" he said 

"You know what Jude just be honest with me are you cheating on me?" I asked 

"I knew you'd ask that no I'm not but I feel like you're projecting your guilt for cheating onto me" he said 

"You have to be kidding me I've been nothing but loyal to you and who do you even think I would cheat with I have no friends because you dragged me away from all of mine like the selfish asshole you are" I retaliated maybe going a bit too far but I was just so mad 

"At least I'm not a bitch like you" he said 

That was enough for me I simply just walked away and left. I didn't bring anything other than my phone and my car key because I couldn't be in that house for any longer. In the driveway was Jude's car, the new car he gave me when I moved here and my trusty old mini which I worked hard and bought for myself when I was 17. I still keep the key for the mini with the rest of my keys so I decided to get in that car as it doesn't remind me of Jude nor does it smell like him like my other car does. Just being in there made me feel free it brought back memories of driving my friends around and blasting music or sitting with the boot open to watch the sunset all of which I did before I even met Jude. Thinking back to those simpler times lifted a slight weight off my shoulders until I stopped outside just about my only friend in the city's place. I didn't call or text her when I decided I was coming here but I know as soon as I tell her what's happened she'll let me stay as long as I need which is exactly the type of friend I need right now. 

Just as I predicted she opened the door and as soon as I said the words Jude and argument I was dragged inside and had a coffee in my hands within minutes. I haven't told her about Jude's lying before so I started by telling her about that then I told her everything that happened this morning. The longer I went on the closer her jaw got to the floor which isn't a good thing as she isn't one to react to gossip or a story like this she usually just nods along and waits to give her opinion. When I met her and told her I was dating Jude she was cautious as she's lived in Madrid long enough to know some people who've been hurt by footballers but once she met Jude she changed her mind now I think we're both thinking her first assessment was correct. 

"You're staying here tonight we can have a girls day to make you feel better then tomorrow you are going back there and ending things with him I'll come with you and we'll get some of your stuff so you can stay here while you figure things out" she said 

"Should I not try and and have a rational conversation with him and talk this through" I said 

"No he's been lying to you for weeks, texting his ex and he called you a bitch you deserve better a beautiful girl like you deserves a man who will worship the ground you walk on not some asshole footballer" she said 

"You're right but lets forget about that for now I don't want to think about Jude for a bit" I said 

"Lets go get our nails done and maybe get massages that'll make you feel better" she said 

"I like that idea" I smiled 

She dragged me out her house and back to my car so we could put the roof down and blast music. Everyone else on the road probably thought we were so annoying but I didn't care I had fun and it helped me forget about everything with Jude. We went to the spa first to see if they had any availability for massages which they did so we both got massages. I didn't realise just how tense I had been recently until there was someone working out all the knots, the person doing my massage even asked if I'd been under a lot of stress recently. Afterwards I felt so much lighter like a weight has truly been lifted off my shoulder. Next I was whisked away to the nail salon which is when I realised that at some point I must've bitten all my nails off as they looked awful but thankfully acrylics exist so my nails turned out great. 

After spending most of the day out we headed back home joking and laughing until I parked my car and saw Jude sat on the front step of my friend's house. I froze still sat in the car not knowing whether I should get out and talk to him or drive away again and just hope he didn't see me. My friend told me she could tell him to leave if I wanted but I couldn’t bring myself to tell her to make him go. 

It's stupid but I really love Jude and want to make it work with him. I also still don't think he'd actually cheat on me despite the evidence being stacked against him, he never seemed the type to cheat and I thought he really loved me. Deep down I know I won't be able to get over Jude if I don't at least talk to him properly without yelling I just need the truth or else I'll aways be thinking about what really happened. Still I'm not sure if now is the right time for that conversation I'm still feeling really hurt by not just what he did but also what he said. If we have to have this talk I need to be the right headspace which I'm not sure that now is that time but I guess the opportunity is right there so I shouldn't really say no. 

After talking it over quickly with my friend I decided I'd hear Jude out so she wished my luck and headed inside her house waiting for me if I needed her. When I saw Jude I could see that he was sorry just by the look in his eyes but whether he was actually sorry or just sorry he got caught is a whole different thing. When I got closer to him he reached out to grab my hand but I pulled away not wanting to let him touch me because I am still hurt by what he did. 

"I'm so sorry baby I shouldn't have yelled at you you were right to be mad I've not honest with you and stupidly I thought I was getting away with it so when you confronted me I freaked out especially when you thought I was cheating because I promise you I'm not" he explained 

"How can I even start to believe you when you admit that you've been lying to me I want to believe you wouldn't cheat on me but with the lying and the text from your ex its really hard to believe" I said 

"There is a reason for everything I've been doing I promise and it will be explained but I can't tell you yet or it will ruin everything I've got planned" he said 

"Jude I want to believe you but what you are saying makes it so hard to I just want an explanation and if there really is an explanation for all of this then we can work things out but it just feels like you are hoping you can say anything and I'll believe it" I said starting to break down a little bit 

"I'm so sorry baby please come home and we can talk more about it" he said 

"Ok but I want an explanation I don't care if it ruins what you've got planned there will be no plans to ruin if you don't tell me because I'm going back home" I said 

He seemed to accept that he had to tell me. Before we both got back in our cars he wiped the tears that has escaped my eyes and pressed a kiss to my forehead which only made my heart ache more than it already does. I couldn't even bring myself to listen to music in the car I just sat alone with my thoughts thinking about what I'm going to do if Jude and I are really over. 

When I got back home Jude's car was already there so I just took a second before getting out of my car and heading to the front door. On the doorstep there was a bouquet of fresh lilies which are my favourite flowers so I picked them up and headed inside. Just in the door there were rose petals on the floor and there was new pictures lining the wall of Jude and I throughout our relationship. Looking at all the pictures made me feel really emotional as I remembered all the great memories we have together and all the things we have achieved in our time together. The years we've spent together have been the best years of my life and until recently I never even thought about spending the rest of my life with anyone else. After the first few pictures of us when we first got together there was little notes attached to each picture from Jude detailing the memory from his perspective. 

All of the notes were so sweet especially the one attached to the picture from a random date we went on where he told me how that night he realised he loved me. Seeing all of it made the lying about where he's going make sense he's clearly been going somewhere to work on setting up all of this. The only thing it didn't explain was the text from his ex but I put that it the back of my mind for a minute so I could just enjoy remembering all the good moments. The last frame in the line was blank and had a note attached telling me to go out to the garden which is when I realised I hadn't seen Jude and he couldn't have got home more than a few minutes before me. 

Out in the garden Jude was stood under the little archway which separates the garden from the pool area which this morning was bare but now has lots of flowers and beautiful green leaves going across it. He looked really nervous rocking back and forth on this feet with his hands in his pockets. It wasn't until I saw him that it really sunk in what he's been doing and what is about to happen which made me feel bad for making him rush and do it when we've just had a big argument. I joined him under the archway and he grabbed my hands before getting down on one knee holding the most beautiful ring I've ever seen. 

"Y/n this isn't exactly how I had this planned but after this morning I realised my sneaking around was pushing you away and I couldn't let that happen any more so here's my big secret I love you more than anything every moment we get to spend together are the best moments of my life and I want it to be that way for the rest of my life so will you make me the happiest man in the word and marry me?" He asked 

"Yes a million times yes" I said without hesitation because he truly is the person I want to be with for the rest of my life 

"I was so worried you'd say no" he laughed as he slid the ring on my finger 

"If you asked me this morning I'd have definitely said no but all those pictures and notes were so sweet" I said 

"Now that you've said yes I can tell you that last night I went to see my ex as she works for a well know jewellers and she helped me design this ring so it's one of a kind only you will ever have this ring" he explained 

"Thank you for being honest it all makes sense now just promise me there will be no more sneaking around" I said 

"I promise I'll tell you everything from now on you'll be sick of how much I tell you" he half joked 

"Thank you I'm so glad we can go back to being happy for the rest of our lives" I said 

[lewkwoodnco]

late nights - lockwood x reader

you fall asleep while waiting for Lockwood to return from a case

“Don’t you -“ he poorly stifled a yawn, drawing her even closer as he murmured into her hair. “Don’t you have to be up early tomorrow?”

“I don’t know. I’d have to ask my boss.”

“Your boss says yes because your 10 am client meeting is at the other end of town.”

Damn. “What about my boyfriend?”

“Your boyfriend says yes too. I’ve had enough of you yawning through my pick-up lines at the breakfast table. Now go to sleep.”

a/n: I knowww the title leaves much to be desired but we’ve already established i suck at titles circa the Falling For You fic so u have to be nice to me 🥹🥹 oddly enough rereading the mediator series spurred me to write this piece even tho it has nothing to do with the series?? anyways enjoy some low stakes fluff 💕💕 can u tell I’m a physical touch girlie lmao

tropes/warnings: fluff, physical touch, established relationship, late-night snuggles, need I say more,

word count: 827!

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In her groggy, half-awake state, she felt a dip in the mattress next to her. Instinctively, the arm resting on her pillow straightened and struck upwards, eliciting a mournful groan from the shadowy figure bent next to her. She propped herself up on her elbows, blinking away the last remnants of sleep in her gritty eyes.

“…Lockwood? Is that you?” she croaked out, voice rough with disuse. A cold finger tenderly curled an askew lock of hair out of her face, knuckles briefly grazing her cheek. The familiar, sharp scent of anti-bacterial soap soothed her as she relaxed into his touch. All too soon, the hand withdrew and the dip in the mattress disappeared, followed by the sounds of Lockwood haphazardly pulling off his remaining equipment. 

“Go back to sleep.”

She blinked blearily, casting her eyes around the room until they rested on the digital alarm clock on the nightstand. “You’re late.”

“Sorry, darling. I should have mentioned to the Raw Bones that I had a curfew.”

No funny quip, no breezy remark. His dry tone was evident, and now she could hear his frustration in the way he was yanking at his shoelaces and throwing his trainers across the room. It felt awful to see someone as good-tempered as him be in such bad of a mood. She winced for his benefit, barely visible in the inky darkness cloaking the room. “That bad?”

He sighed in response, the dip in the mattress returning as he wearily slotted himself against her, slipping his arm below her neck. “I’m just glad it’s over.” Still, the cleft between his eyebrows hadn’t disappeared, and she idly wondered what might have happened that he was too exhausted to tell her. One of these days she was going to pin him down and force out every thought or feeling in his head.

She should have guessed the case wasn’t going great when the clock struck midnight and there was still no sign of George or Lockwood. Still, the lines at the furnaces could get quite long during peak periods, and she had no substantial reason to think things weren’t going fine. 

So instead of spiralling hopelessly, as she was very much in the mood to do, she slipped on one of Lockwood’s T-shirts that he had left lying around and decided to wait in his bed. Just for a while, before trudging over to her room down the hall. Of course, the T-shirt was so soft, deceptively warm and smelled just like him - like fresh pine trees - that she was out like a light.

She never made it down the hall. Or out of his bed, for that matter.

Now, she clumsily reached out and felt for Lockwood’s face, softly running her fingertips over what she was mostly sure was the site of injury. His lidded eyes fluttered shut as he hummed approvingly. “I’m sorry. I thought you were a Visitor.”

She slipped her fingers up into his hair, his lips parting as she massaged soothing circles into his scalp. “Y/N, if your best defence against a Visitor is to drive a fist through it, I’m going to have to keep a closer eye on you.”

If his response was any indication, his mood seemed to be on the mend. The stiffness in her limbs dissolved as she tentatively pressed her lips to his temple. “There. All better.”

He opened his eyes and she was finally able to get a good look at him. A scrape along his cheekbone, and a bruise starting to form under an eye, but his spirit seemed unscathed. The only problem with seeing him up close was that he got to see her too. He cupped her face and swiped a thumb under her drooping eyes. “I told you not to wait up.”

“I didn’t,” she lied. Lockwood didn’t look much convinced. But he was also too tired to argue, so he curled an arm around her waist, pulling her back to his chest, draping his limbs over hers.

“Don’t you -“ he poorly stifled a yawn, drawing her even closer as he murmured into her hair. “Don’t you have to be up early tomorrow?”

“I don’t know. I’d have to ask my boss.”

“Your boss says yes because your 10 am client meeting is at the other end of town.”

Damn. “What about my boyfriend?”

“Your boyfriend says yes too. I’ve had enough of you yawning through my pick-up lines at the breakfast table. Now go to sleep.”

She acquiesced, but only because her eyelids were beginning to feel too heavy. “I’m trying, but I’ve got this annoying whispering in my ear.”

She could practically hear him roll his eyes. He would have if he weren’t so exhausted. “Good night.”

“‘Night.”

They quieted, and for thirty seconds it was downright serene. That is, until the fingertips lightly tracing her ribs started fiddling with the label on the inside of her shirt.

“Is this shirt…mine?”

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[i-am-a-bad-influence-writes]

Be mine

Masterlist Word count: Zayne 1.3k, Xavier 1.1k, Rafayel 750 words, Sylus 1.3k, Caleb 360 words (I'm sorry, I'm still getting used to Caleb and don't really know how to write for him yet.)

Established relationship, domestic bliss.

Summary: It's Valentines day! (Yes, I know I'm late :"( I had work on the 14th and 15th. I am a bartender and it's been insane those days. Almost broke my back carrying kegs and boxes of wine.)

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Zayne

It's early in the morning when you feel Zayne stir. The sun hasn't even risen yet, but even on this Valentines day he has work. He presses a kiss to your forehead and a groan escapes you when the heater next to you leaves the bed to go take a shower.

'Zayne,' you call out, your voice cracking slightly from the sleep that's still impacting you. The matress sinks on his side of the bed. Without opening your eyes, you turn towards him. 'I don't get a proper kiss on Valentines day?'

You can feel him smile as he presses his lips against yours. Drowsily, you put one hand in his hair in a desperate attempt to keep him here with you. 'I love you, darling. I'll see you after work.'

'Love you too. Let me know if you get tied up in work.' It's a silent agreement between the two of you. His job is important, his work is important, and you know that. You also know he feels incredibly responsible for his patients.

At the start of your relationship, it took a little getting used to but by now you're more than accustomed to celebrating holidays before of after their actual date. You don't mind anymore as long as you get to spend time with your snowman, but he always seems to feel a little guilty about it.

You wish you could wipe that guilt from his mind, but that's a part that he keeps locked up. Even for you. You'll get there someday, but not today, not tomorrow, and maybe not even next year. That doesn't matter to you. After all, you've got the remainder of your lifetimes to find out every detail about him.

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Hours later, just as you expected, you get a call from Zayne explaining that they've got an influx of patients. He has to stay. Just like every other holiday. People do such insane things on holidays. It used to bother you, but you're just glad they've got such a talented doctor to take care of them.

You promised him to bring him dinner and sit down with him. Now, at the time that your reservation was supposed to be, you're strolling into the hospital with a homemade dinner and some desserts. The lady at the check in desk gives you a pitiful smile but you pay it little mind.

'Is Zayne in his office?'

'He might be. He just finished up with a patient so it might take him a few minutes,' she answers.

'Alright, can you let him know that I've got his dinner for him?' She nods and you take a seat in the waiting area next to a mother with a little boy that seems in a lot of pain. He looks over at you, looking strangely proud.

'I made my momma dinner,' he proudly exclaims. His mother almost bursts out laughing through her worry.

'You did? Then why are you here,' you question with excited curiosity to keep the kid engaged. He shows you his bright red hands. One of his fingers is bandaged up tightly with a kitchen towel.

'I cut my finger and grabbed a pot without gloves,' he tells you.

'Ovenmits,' his mother corrects.

'Ovenmits,' he repeats enthusiastically. You chuckle and put the bag with food on your lap. Rummaging through it to find the container with cookies you originally brought to give to Zayne to share.

'Well, if you don't get to have your Valentines dinner, I think you deserve a treat, right?'

'Oh, no thank you, we couldn't,' his mother quickly says with a gentle smile.

'Nonsense,' you answer with a big smile, 'I know it's not the most ideal to spend Valentines day in the hospital. Believe me, my husband is the head cardiac surgeon here.' You hand the container of cookies over to the woman who opens it for her son and lets him pick a cookie.

'You're bringing him food?'

'Yes, we're having dinner together on his break.'

'That's nice,' the woman smiles. Just then, a figure appears in front of you. You look up to see your wonderful boyfriend standing in front of you with a smile. 'Is this him?'

'Yes, this is Doctor Zayne,' you introduce him to the mother and the little kid munching on his cookie. 'Zayne, love, could you check him out quickly? He's got a cut.'

'Of course,' he replies with a kind smile and he kneels down in front of the kid, 'what seems to be the problem?'

'I cooked dinner for my mom,' he exclaims proudly. His mother shakes her head with a smile, her arm around the kid.

'He wanted to surprise me because I don't have a partner,' she explains quickly.

'That's real thoughtful of you,' Zayne says to the kid, 'next time maybe ask mom for help. Can you show me your hands?'

The kid opens his palms for Zayne, but there's a frown on his face. 'But then it won't be a surprise.'

'How about you make her a card next time? And then you can write in the card that you want to cook together. After all, Valentines day is about spending time with people you love.' You don't miss how Zayne looks up at you for a second. 'The burn isn't too bad. Some ointment should do the trick. It'll lessen in a week. Now how about that cut?'

'It's quite deep,' the mother warns. Zayne nods.

'Then how about we go to my office and I'll go see if you need stitches,' Zayne offers. The boy nods. 'Are you alright waiting a little longer, darling?'

'She can come with us,' the boy chimes in, 'I like her. She gave me cookies.' Zayne chuckles.

'Are you alright with that too,' he asks the mother. She shrugs.

'I don't mind.'

They're in and out within a few minutes. The cut wasn't too deep so Zayne glued it with instructions to keep it dry. He gave the kid some surgical gloves to use in the shower and showed him how to wash his hands without getting it wet. You quite liked watching him work like that.

Together, you waved the two goodbye at the reception and walked back to his office hand in hand.

'So when were you going to tell me we got married,' Zayne asks with a cheeky look on his face as he shuts the door behind you.

'Hm? What?'

'You called me your husband.'

'Oh,' you feel your cheeks burn, 'I guess it just slipped out.' He smiles and sits down with you at his desk while you dish out the food. There's a strangely happy look in his eyes that you can't quite place.

'You know,' he says as he reaches into the top drawer of his desk, 'I was going to do this at dinner, but this is as good a time as any.'

'What?' He puts a little velvet box in front of you.

'You've been with me through so much. More than you deserve to endure. You allow me to do my job without judging me for missing out on so many special moments. Instead, you create those moments for me. I could not ask for a better person to share this life with.' He takes the box and opens it, showing you a stunning ring. Then, he takes your hand, walks around his desk to you, and takes a knee in front of you. 'Will you do me the honor of being my wife?'

A huge grin spreads on your lips while tears start collecting in your eyes. With your free hand, you reach out to touch his face. 'You know, I always did prefer our private holiday celebrations.'

'Is that a yes?'

'It is.'

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Xavier

'Xavier? Are you ready?' He hears your voice loud and clear through the bedroom door. You had come over to his on impulse so you two could walk to the restaurant together. Only problem is, he was planning on picking you up and giving himself some more time to stop his nerves from racing.

Now, he's in the bedroom with a bad excuse. He told you he had forgotten something or didn't do something. He can't even remember clearly. What Xavier does know is that he looks a mess. His reflection looks the worst he has ever seen it, though he knows it's probably all in his head he can't shake it.

Can't shake that you deserve better, that you deserve someone else, someone that is not him. You deserve the absolute world, the universe, someone who could give you everything. That's just not him.

He's introverted, prefers to stay home with you but completely willing to go out if you ask. His days are spend taking it easy when he doesn't have work and he likes it that way, but sometimes he doubts if you don't want something more exciting.

Today out of all days, he should know that it's just his insecurities talking. He had already asked you to be his Valentine while walking home together last night and you said yes so enthusiastically. In fact, you had jumped him and the two of you fell into a fresh layer of snow in front of your apartment building.

'Xavier?' Your voice is almost like a blur to him now. He's so damn stuck in his own mind, in his own thoughts, in his own feelings. The little velvet box in his pocket feels like it holds the weight of the world.

One thing he does know for sure is that he wants this, wants you. Forever. He could just sit on the couch with you for the rest of his life and he would die a happy man.

Now he just has to ask if you want the same, but it's the asking part he gets stuck on. Last Valentines day was the same. He's had this ring for over a year. Originally, he had wanted to ask you on new years which turned into Valentines day, which turned into Easter, which turned into all the other holidays there are and now he's back at Valentines day. It isn't funny, but it kind of is.

'Xavier, are you alright?' The bedroom door opens ever so slightly as you peak your head around the corner. 'We've got a reservation.'

'I know, I'm just-' He can't find the words, his hands are clammy, he feels so damn nervous. Maybe you can't tell, maybe he can hold out until dinner, but then what happens if he backs out again?

You step into the room, towards him, and reach out for his hand. 'Xavier, love, we don't have to go if you're not feeling well. There's enough other days to go out for dinner together.'

'No, I feel fine. I want to take you out,' he tells you, a little more secure now. You take his hand and reach your other hand out to turn his head towards you. When he looks down at you, all he sees is the love you hold for him.

'It's fine. Really,' you assure him, 'I'm just as happy ordering in. As long as I get to spend the day with you.'

He takes a second to take you in. You look absolutely stunning. Yesterday you had teased him that you got a new dress and it was pink. Nothing could've prepared him for the dress you walked in with. It knocked the wind right out of him. You matched your nails to your dress and had your makeup done lightly.

'I love you.' The little words slip out so easily and they make you smile. That's enough for him. Maybe he doesn't need a fancy dinner, he doesn't need a holiday, he doesn't need a reason to ask. It's just you and it's just him. That's enough.

'I love you too,' you respond and get up on your tiptoes to ask for a kiss. He leans down and presses his lips against yours. A short, but loving peck. Your lip-gloss on his lips always makes you giggle a little. Not because it looks weird, but it's strangely intimate. Same with your lipstick.

'You know,' Xavier says as he puts his hand in his pocket, 'I've been wanting to ask you this for over a year now.' You watch as he gets on one knee, one hand still holding yours, the other holding a little box. A small gasp escapes you.

'Xavier-'

'Please, let me ask first.' You nod as tears fill your eyes. 'For the last few years you have made my life brighter, made me brighter. I literally glow around you. No one has ever made me feel that way. Two years ago, after Christmas with our friends, we went to bed together and you reminded me to drink some water before I went to sleep. Don't ask me why, but that's when I knew I wanted to ask you this. I've been trying to gather the courage and today I wanted to ask you at the restaurant but I just realized we don't need all that. Because I love you most because you love me for who I am. You don't ask me to put on a mask, don't force me out of my comfort zone while you do tease me every once in a while, you don't expect me to be something I'm not. You make me want to be the best version of myself for you and I love you so much for that. Will you marry me?'

He doesn't get an answer. Instead, you start laughing as you take a knee with him, reach inside the pocket of your dress and pull out a similar velvet box.

'You're kidding.'

'I'm not,' you laugh, 'I've also had it for over a year.' The shock slowly wears off and he starts laughing with you. You jump towards him, arms around his neck and you end up laughing on the floor together. Kisses and giggles are exchanged until the laughter finally dies down.

'Maybe we should just go to the courthouse tomorrow. Make sure we've got that covered too,' you suggest with a grin.

'I wouldn't be opposed to that. I'd finally get to call you my wife.'

'Should we cancel our reservation and order in?' His hands grab your face and he starts playfully leaving kisses all over your face. 'Xavier, stop that,' you laugh.

'You can't just say stuff like that. I can't marry you faster!'

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Rafayel

Rafayel has been wanting to propose to you for months and you've known that for months, but you don't want to rush him. However, getting extra dolled up for all special things he invites you to just in case he proposes and someone films it is getting tiresome.

And so, for this Valentines Day, you asked him to just stay home together. Spend some time on the couch, playing some games, ordering in some food. Just have a day of just the two of you and he happily obliged.

Now, as the sun is setting and you sit on the patio looking out on the beach together, you feel truly at ease. This day is the last day Rafayel would propose to you. He likes the grandeur of having something unique. He won't want to share his engagement day with some holiday you figure.

'Let's do one typical thing today,' you suggest with a satisfied smile. He looks over at you curiously. 'A walk on the beach?'

He hesitates to speak, no words able to form in his mouth. You don't know if you've just said something wrong or if he was so lost in this moment that he forgets to respond. That happens from time to time when he's painting, could be the same thing now.

'What? Are you waiting for the tide to change or something,' you question with a giggle and a playful nudge to his shoulder. That seems to wake him up. He rolls his eyes, a soft smirk playing on his lips.

'Maybe I'm just enjoying the sunset from here.' You raise and eyebrow and cross your arms.

'Oh really? Who are you and what have you done to my boyfriend?'

'What do you mean,' he laughs, 'I can't enjoy the sea from afar?'

'You've never said no to a beach walk with me before.' He breathes out a laugh and gets up, reaching out to you to take his hand. when you do, he starts running down to the shoreline. You're being dragged along in his long strides and you doubt you've ever ran this fast.

Just as he looks over his shoulder to look at your infectious smile, he trips and the both of you tumble into the sand. It covers you, slipping into places it really shouldn't be, but you keep laughing nonetheless. He reaches out for you again and shakes some sand out of your hair. You return the favour happily.

When he gets up, he holds out his hand for you again to pull you up. Just as you're halfway up, you notice his eyes are on something in the sand. You look down to see a little velvet box. When he realizes what it is, he lets go and you fall on your butt in the sand again.

Before he can grab it, you've already put your hand over it. His eyes meet yours again, the sparkle of mischief reflected in both of your eyes while a grin pulls onto his lips. His hand slips underneath yours, taking the box before you can wrap your hand around it. Then, he pounced on you, leaning down on his elbows to hold up his weight while keeping his face impossibly close to yours.

'Such an impatient little fishy,' he teases as he leans down to press a kiss on your lips, 'now that you know my plan, will you run away?'

You reach out to touch his face. Despite his confident words, his eyes are full of fear. Fear that he might've read this all wrong, fear that you aren't ready, fear that you do not want this. 'I've been waiting for you to ask. So get to asking.'

The biggest smile spreads on his lips as he pulls you back up. When he's got you standing, he kneels down in front of you with the sand covered velvet box in his hands. 'Will you marry me?'

'Yes. A million times yes,' you almost squeal. Now it is your turn to pounce on him, pushing him into the sand whilst peppering his face with kisses.

'If I knew this would be my future, I would've asked earlier,' he laughs.

'Good thing we've got the rest of our lives to catch up.'

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Sylus

You: "Why did you send me a ring size thingy?"

Sylus: "Do you want to spoil your birthday surprise?"

You: "Yes?"

Sylus: "I saw a jewelry set I think would look good on you. I need your ring size to make sure you'll be able to wear it."

But your birthday came and went. Sylus did give you a jewelry set but there was no ring. That's when you became suspicious of his intentions. At first you considered a weapon that needed your ring size, but that sounded too strange. You then went through every single little thing that you could think off until only one thought stuck in your mind.

Did he want your ring size to get you an engagement ring?

When that thought embedded itself in your mind, you got an idea. What if you could get the jump on him? Propose before him. Get him surprised and flustered. It's not every day you get to see your man like that.

So, one night when he came over, you took out the ring sizer he got you, put it on the coffee table before he arrived, and, when he started asking about it, joking about it. Teasing him that he never did get you that ring and teasingly putting it on him to see what would fit.

Eventually, you told him that you were throwing it out as you had no real use for it. He grumbled in agreement, seemingly not too happy about you throwing such a useful tool to him away. When you teased him for his tone, he simply told you he doesn't like you throwing his gifts away. Fair enough, so you kept it.

A few weeks later, you bought him a simple silver band with an engraving on the inside. Just for his eyes.

"Your little crow, always."

Very cheesy, but you knew it'd make him smile. To make it even more cheesy, you decided that you'd propose on Valentines Day. He had asked you out to dinner a few nights before and dropped of a beautifully tailored dress this morning. Red. His color.

As the sun begins to set, you get ready for the night, hoping that you can call Sylus your husband, or at least your fiancé in the morning. The dress makes you feel a little cheeky. It is draped so nicely and shows off just enough skin to make it classy. There's no tag, so somewhere in your mind, you imagine him designing it for you.

And as always, Sylus is exactly on time. Not a minute too early, not a minute too late. You know he stands in front of your door waiting for the agreed-upon time because he doesn't want to rush you. That's one of those little things about him that make your heart swell with love.

'Evening sweetie, you look breathtaking,' Sylus compliments you with a kind smile, handing over a beautiful bouquet of flowers, vase included so that you don't have to rush finding one. You notice the vase is one he has given you before. One that disappeared recently after you told him that your vase collection was getting too big for your apartment and to please stop giving you vases. Such a sweet man.

'Thank you, Sylus,' you give him your clutch in exchange for the flowers, smile brightly and turn to put the vase on your dinner table, 'they're stunning.' You notice how they blend with your interior and style perfectly. Sylus is nothing if not detail-oriented.

'Are you ready?' You nod and turn on your heel when you see his hand clasp around your clutch. Your velvet clutch that doesn't have any structuring material. While you try to keep your face neutral, there is a proud grin on his face. One that could be because he's taking you out, or because he felt the little ring box in your clutch.

'I am,' you smile and reach out to take your clutch and replace it with your hand. He doesn't object, but does offer his arm instead of his hand. However, that doesn't fly with you. Not on Valentines Day.

Of course, the restaurant Sylus takes you to is in the Michelin Guide. It's one of those places that has no prices next to the cheaper wines, but the most expensive bottles are shown with their prices. However, Sylus picks his wine like old money does. Not the most expensive but based on good wine years, regions, soil, the grape itself, the winery, the blend. He knows his wine like he knows his music, and his picks are never wrong.

Today that means a 2016 Barolo Riserva from Piedmont, Italy. Not a particularly expensive wine (yet) but it is considered a wine that could get even better with time.

After the wine is poured and the courses slowly come and go, Sylus reaches out over the table to hold your hand before the dessert course. 'Happy Valentine's Day, Sweetie.'

You can't help but notice the playful glint in his eye. He knows something or is planning something. Either are suspicious to you, but you're not letting it ruin your night. In fact, those things might turn out very well for you.

'You too, Sylus. Thank you for this beautiful night. It's perfect,' you reply, leaning closer to the table, your heart racing with excitement. 'But I think we can make it even better.'

Sylus raises an eyebrow, his expression teasing yet curious. 'What did you have in mind, Kitten?'

Under the table your reach into your clutch and take the ring box in your free hand. 'You know, I really do hate that you call me your girlfriend,' you say, trying to sound serious but Sylus looks right through that, still grinning, 'I'd much rather be your wife.'

A flicker of surprise appears in his eyes when you put the box on the table and open it. A soft chuckle leaves his lips as he slips his hand into his pocket and puts another ring box on the table. When he opens it, you see a beautiful golden ring with rubies encrusted in the band. 'I know I've been stalling, but couldn't you have waited until dessert,' he teases.

Then, out comes the server with a huge display of desserts and at your side of the shared dessert, it says "Marry me?" in chocolate sauce letters. A huge smile spreads on your face. Sylus, the ever stoic boss of a criminal organisation, is a softy for you. Putty in your hands.

Your right hand is still intertwined with his left on the table. He brings it over to him and gently pushes the ring on your finger. It fits perfectly, as expected. He then offers his hand to you, but you shake your head. 'I want you to read the engraving first.'

He takes the ring from its box and squints to read the engraving. 'Your little crow, always,' he reads aloud, his voice slightly wavering. He quickly clears his throat with a cough to regain his composure. He knows he doesn't need to do that around you, but habits are habits for a reason. 'That's beautiful, sweetheart. Thank you for this,' all the teasing and joking in his voice has fallen away. You're left with sincerity that makes his words embed itself into your mind, engrave themselves into your memories, and you don't ever want this memory to fade away.

'I love you, Sylus.'

'I love you too... my little crow.'

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Caleb

(I'm gonna admit this right here right now, I stole this from a Kdrama called Reset Couple. I just felt like it was very Caleb coded.)

It's early. Too early for you to leave the bed but early enough for you to be awake. Caleb left the bed a bit ago to get ready for his run before work. As soon as he left the bed, you turned to his side to bask in his body heat.

After a few minutes, Caleb climbs over top of you on the bed and leans down to press a kiss on your temple. You reach out your right hand to caress his cheek. 'You're going for your run?'

'Yes, and I've got work right after, but I'll be home for lunch.'

'Alright, take care of yourself,' you tell him and cuddle back into the sheets with your eyes long closed again. With a smile, he gets back up and strides out of the room looking a little too happy for a regular morning.

As you hear the bedroom door shut, you clench your hands to pull the covers closer and you feel something between your fingers. Your eyes flutter open again as you look down at your hand.

There's a ring on your ring finger. One that you don't recognize. It's a simple band with a little paper plane engraved in it. You rub against the metal with your thumb for a few seconds as you mind is slowly waking up.

Ring? On your ring finger?!

'Caleb?' You turn towards the door that is already closed. 'Caleb!' After a short fight with the covers you run after him. He's just about to leave as you pull him away from the door and shut it. There's a smug smile on his face as you turn around to face him and shove your hand in his face. 'What is this?'

'A ring?'

'What kind of ring is this?' He leans in a little, still towering over you but your noses nearly touching.

'You know exactly what kind of ring this is,' he tells you. Tears sting in your eyes as you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him close. He happily receives the hug, wrapping his arms around your waist. 'Happy Valentines Day, pip-squeak.'

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[soolh1k]

Not sure if your requests are open but could you do stray kids forgetting a date they had with (r) ? And maybe the aftermath of it? Thank you smm if you plan on doing this, I just really enjoy the way you right your angst.

- 🦴anon

🕸 umm... life 🕸

synopsis. when skz forgetting the date they had w you and the aftermath

pairing. bf!skz x reader genre. angst and fluff

a/n. Thank you so much for the request!!! I hope you like it and i am so glad that you like the way I write angst, means a lot to me ♡︎ love you 🦴 anon !! 🩷 english is not my first language so apologies for any misspellings or grammar. let me know if you'd like to be tagged !! YEAH AND SORRY FOR NOT POSTING!! I'LL BE BACK WITH MORE POSTS THESE DAYS LOVE UUU

✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ BANGCHAN

Chris was very focused on working on a new track. He wanted it to be perfect, and since he's someone who always finds flaws in things, he couldn't leave his studio until the new melody was flawless. Therefore, he wasn't even paying attention to his phone; he had it on silent just to finish that damn song. He didn't stop until he got frustrated because things weren't going as he wanted. So, he took a break to clear his mind and relax a bit. He picked up his phone and saw a ton of messages from you. It wasn't strange since you used to tell him everything, which he found adorable. However, he was surprised when he saw the messages you had sent him. Had he forgotten your date? No, that couldn't be true. He had it marked on his calendar, and he was genuinely looking forward to that day. He wanted to spend time with you; he missed you so much. He had messed up and needed to fix this urgently. He hadn't done it on purpose; he felt so guilty.

He quickly arrived at the apartment where you lived. He saw the food in the kitchen, and his heart sank. He barely realized how you must have felt sitting there alone in the middle of the night, waiting for him, excited to be only disappointed by him. The worst part was when he heard sobs coming from your room. You were crying because of him, because of his stupidity, and because of being a bad boyfriend.

He hurried to your room, making as little noise as possible. You were already lying in your bed, covered with your blanket up to your head. As soon as you felt your bed sink, something in you hoped it was Chris. When you heard his voice, you felt relieved but angry at the same time. You uncovered yourself and looked at your boyfriend with teary eyes, an action that hurt him even more. He didn't give you time to confront him; he already had you wrapped in his arms. All you could do was cry while holding him tightly.

"You're a fool, Chris," you said between sobs.

"I know, sweetheart, forgive me," he said, stroking your hair while still hugging you.

"I was so focused on my work that I never heard my phone, but I want you to know that my work will never be more important than you. You are my priority, beautiful."

"Do you promise it won't happen again?"

"It will never happen again, darling. Let's rest, okay? Tomorrow we'll have a lovely date. Sleep now, I love you."

✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ MINHO

He didn't know how much it hurt. Months without being able to go on a date with him. You didn't ask for much, not even for it to be a date outside the house. Just spending time together was enough for you. You just wanted to be with your boyfriend.

Minho hadn't even realized that you had sent him so many messages. He was trying to add new steps to the new choreography; the comeback was approaching, and he felt desperate to finish everything. He just wanted to rest.

It got really late; he was leaving the company around 1:30 am. When he reached the parking lot, the first thing he did was check his phone for any message from you. To his surprise, he had hundreds of messages from you, and the most concerning part was that the recent ones expressed disappointment towards him. What had he done wrong?

Slowly, he read each one and realized that you had a planned date today. He had completely forgotten, and he felt horrible. It had been months since you could go out or have a nice date. He put his phone aside and headed to his apartment. He needed to fix things with you; he knew you had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

As soon as he arrived at his apartment, he searched for you everywhere but couldn't find you. That made him even more nervous. He felt like he had lost you. However, he heard a sound coming from the bathroom—it was you, coming out after showering. At that moment, he breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he had messed things up, but at least you were still there.

You were frozen; you didn't expect Minho to come home so late. You stayed up late because you couldn't sleep due to anger and disappointment. So, you decided to take a shower to release all those consuming emotions. Lost in your thoughts, you felt someone wrapping their arms around you. You wanted Minho to let go, but deep down, you needed a hug. In whispers, you heard explanations from your boyfriend about how the stress of the comeback was consuming him, and he spent a lot of time at the company, even though he wished all that time was invested in you.

"Forgive me, please. I completely forgot that we were supposed to go out today. I'm really sorry that you felt that way, sweetie. It wasn't my intention to hurt you. Tomorrow we can go out; I'll stay home. But please, forgive me." You just nodded and gave him a small kiss.

"I love you, Minho."

"I love you too."

✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ CHANGBIN

You were sitting in your chair, waiting for Changbin to show up. You weren't even angry; just sad because you had planned this outing so much. You were worried because he wasn't answering your messages. You knew he had a busy job, spending most of his time in the studio producing with his friends. But you were hoping for the day when you could spend the entire day together, despite both of your stress and worries.

As it got later, you felt more tired. Without hope, you went to your room to change and remove your makeup. Today, you looked and felt beautiful, but it seemed like all that effort had gone to waste. You sat at your vanity, looked at yourself in the mirror, saw how tired you were, and started crying. Your relationship was wearing you down in a way you couldn't describe, but you wanted to stay because he made you happy. Changbin rarely failed in your relationship. Honestly, at the beginning, you expected something worse, but no, Changbin was the perfect boyfriend. The only complicated thing was his work, but you knew it was his dream, so you felt happy for him. You turned back to the mirror, saw tears, didn't even realize you were crying, which made you cry even more. You really missed your boyfriend, but things were getting more complicated. You just kept sitting there, crying in front of the mirror, waiting for your tears to stop.

Moments later, when you were calmer, you heard gentle knocks on your room door, followed by Changbin's voice asking for permission to enter. Something inside you didn't want to see him; you felt and looked horrible.

"Can I come in, princess?"

"Not now, Changbin, I need time," your voice sounded rushed, trying to remove your makeup as best as you could, mascara running like never before.

"Please, princess, I need to talk to you," the man sounded desperate.

"Just give me a few minutes, please." Saying that, you went to your bathroom, washed your face, and once clean, you ran to open the door. Your surprised boyfriend could only put his head on your shoulder; he exuded such a sad vibe.

"Forgive me, please. Time flew by, and I never realized we were going out today. I didn't even hear your messages. I'm really sorry, princess," Changbin was on the verge of tears, genuinely repentant.

"I know, Binnie, it's okay, don't worry," you said while stroking his head.

"It's not okay, princess. You are my everything, and today, I failed you. Forgive me, please. It will never happen again," he said between sobs. You couldn't believe he was crying.

"Love, I know how difficult your job can be. You have to do many things, and it's okay. I understand, and I trust you not to let it happen again. I love you," you said while hugging him tightly.

"I love you too, and sorry again."

✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ HYUNJIN

You were angry, not even sad, just angry. You had been wanting to see your boyfriend for a while, and as soon as he told you he had some free time, you planned many things to spend time with him. You even prepared many things for him, cooked various dishes, bought a little gift, and even tried to paint something for him. It turned out beautiful, but your boyfriend never showed up to see your little gifts.

You were on your way home when you felt someone approaching you. It made you nervous because it was already dark, and someone approaching wasn't a good sign. You started walking faster, but you heard the footsteps of the other person accelerating too. You didn't want to start running because if you weren't fast enough, things would end badly. Besides, you were carrying the things you had taken to the place where you were going to meet Hyun. All you were praying for was to reach a street where there were more people to lose that person. However, your wish couldn't be fulfilled, and you felt the person following you grab you by the shoulders. You almost fainted right there, but upon hearing the person's voice, your soul returned to your body.

"Why are you walking so fast, my goodness," said Minho, trying to regulate his breath.

"Oh my god, Minho! I almost had a heart attack. I thought I was about to be kidnapped. I swear I won't survive the night," you said, speaking very fast. Your voice didn't even have an annoyed tone; you could only hear relief.

"I called you several times, but you never paid attention. You were in your own world. What did you want me to do?" he complained.

"Well, your friend, the idiot, stood me up and never replied to my messages," you complained with an annoyed tone.

"I know, that's why I came. Honestly, it wasn't his intention. As soon as he saw the messages, he tried to run out, but the idiot tripped and sprained his ankle," Minho explained.

"Oh my god, but is he okay?" you asked worried.

"Crying but yes, he's okay. If I were you, I'd go to the company to see him because otherwise, it's going to end up being a disaster," a sigh was all that came out of you, nodding your head. You accompanied Minho back to the company.

As soon as Hyunjin saw you, he started crying more, feeling guilty. But all you did was approach him, hug him, and tell him not to worry right now. First, his health was important, and then you could talk.

"Don't worry right now, Hyunnie. First, get better, okay? I love you, everything is fine," you gave him a little kiss on the head.

"Forgive me, I love you. I swear when I recover, I'll take you on a very nice date. I promise."

✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ JISUNG

Angry, frustrated, sad, humiliated— you felt like a sea of emotions. You told him how you felt, but you didn't know if it had been the best choice, or the right words, or the right moment. Maybe he was just too busy? But still, it didn't give him the right to stand you up. It wasn't the first time; if the times you went on dates were few, the times he actually made it to the dates were even fewer.

You felt tired, abandoned even. You hardly had the chance to see your boyfriend, and you knew his life was complicated. But there was always the need, the desire to spend time with him, to love him like the first time, to be loved.

Now that you had arrived home, you didn't know what to do. It was like reality had punched you. You realized you had said things that could be misinterpreted. Perhaps the last message would seem like you wanted to break up when that wasn't really the case. The words you said were spoken without much thought; you were just venting, but it wasn't the best. You were shattered. You couldn't even move from the entrance; you were crying oceans, clinging to the door. You didn't want to move; your head hurt, and you couldn't even breathe properly. At this point, you were hyperventilating. Meanwhile, your boyfriend was rushing to your apartment to find you. He didn't want things to end between you two; he loved you and was willing to make a great sacrifice for you.

He arrived in less than 10 minutes, even though your apartment was 15 minutes away. He knocked on the door with desperation, which snapped you out of your trance. However, you couldn't move; everything hurt. As you didn't answer, he became even more worried. He entered the code to the entrance and found you on the floor, in pain, struggling to breathe. He took you in his arms and tried to calm you down. After a long time, you were much calmer, just looking at your boyfriend with teary eyes.

"I don't want to break up with you. I'm sorry, Hannie," you whispered.

"Nor do I want to, my love. Please let me take care of you. I promise that from now on, I'll always be there for you. My work will never come before you. You are my priority. Forgive me, let me fix things. I love you. I'm sorry," he pleaded.

"I forgive you, my love. I love you too. Let's go back to how we were before."

✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ FELIX

You were already asleep in the room you shared with Felix. A few hours ago, you were supposed to have your wonderful date. Unfortunately, that didn't happen because your boyfriend was probably busy. Yes, you were angry, but more than that, you were disappointed and sad. You used to be a sensitive person, so these kinds of actions hurt your feelings a lot. Let's say you had to cry yourself dry to fall asleep.

Felix was on his way home, very nervous and disappointed in himself. He had forgotten about the date you were supposed to have, one of the few times you could have time for just the two of you. He suspected that you were either devastated or asleep because you weren't answering his calls or messages. They even said your phone was on silent. When he got home, he looked for you in the kitchen. He saw your dishes neatly washed, while his were still on the table. The table was decorated with flowers and a few candles. You even bought a pink wine for the occasion. He had really messed up this time.

In panic, he went to look for you in the room, praying that you were there. And yes, he saw your small figure hidden under the sheets. That made his heart squeeze tightly. Had he really hurt you? He knew you were a very sensitive person, like a porcelain doll. He had to handle you with care, and that was his favorite part—taking care of you. You were his everything. How had he been failing you so much lately? He wanted to cry right there. He wanted to leave his busy life to give all his attention to you. Slowly, he approached you and sat on the side of your bed where only your hand hung. He took it gently and caressed it. He gave you a small kiss while whispering how sorry he was, how much he felt for hurting you, for failing you. He didn't realize you had woken up, only hearing the sweet and sincere words he was dedicating to you.

You got concerned when you felt your hand wet, a sign that he was already crying. Carefully, you moved and, in a slow motion, sat on the floor with him, face to face. You took his face gently in your hands and gave him many kisses, tickling him, which made him smile.

"It's okay, Felix. I already told you that I understand that your life is difficult."

"But even if it is, that doesn't mean I can fail you. It hurts to admit that I completely forgot that we were supposed to have a date today. I know how hard you try to do things for both of us. Please, forgive me. I want to give my all for this relationship, angel. I want things to be like before when we were both so happy."

"I want that too, Lix. I forgive you, okay? For now, let's have dinner together. I left your plate on the table, but I guess the food is already cold." You got up slowly and then extended your hand towards your boyfriend.

"Thank you, beautiful. I love you more than you can imagine. Things will get better, I promise." He gave you a kiss on the cheek as you both headed to the kitchen.

✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ SEUNGMIN

You were clearly hurt, unsure how to react to what happened. Seungmin had stood you up at a restaurant, and now you had to pay for an inexpensively expensive bottle of champagne and a meal you didn't even bother to eat. Walking back home with your heels in one hand and a broken heart in the other, you didn't want to return to your shared apartment with Seungmin. But your feet and head ached, you were tired, so you stopped at a bus stop to rest for a while. You felt your eyes getting heavy, very sleepy, but you knew it wouldn't be a good idea to fall asleep on the street. It was dangerous, and you didn't want anything bad to happen. So, you called one of your friends to pick you up.

You patiently waited for your friend, and when they arrived, Seungmin called. You didn't really feel like answering, but you did it anyway.

"Where are you?" At that moment, your friend arrived in their car, so you quickly got in because you didn't want to make them wait.

"On my way home, I guess." You weren't sure if you wanted to go home, but it was the most likely option.

"What do you mean 'I guess'? Don't you want to go home?" He asked with a concerned tone.

"It's not that, Seungmin. Just a friend picked me up, and I wanted to spend some time with him. Yes, I'll go home, okay?" A somewhat annoyed tone came from your voice. You didn't want to sound like that, but you were very tired and just wanted to rest. Your friend turned to look at you, worried. You just signaled to them that everything was okay.

"Do you know what time you'll be home?" he asked worriedly.

"To be honest, I don't know. I hope before midnight."

"I'll be waiting for you here. I love you. I'm sorry, beautiful." You noticed a tone of regret in his voice.

"I love you too, Seung." You sighed tiredly one last time and ended the call.

You and your friend spent the time talking on the way to distract you from the bad experience. Despite having brought food, your friend suggested going to a fast-food restaurant and ordering something through the drive-thru, and it sounded like a good idea. So, you both had dinner in the parking lot, continued talking for a while, and decided it was time to go home. Your friend drove you back and waited for you to enter the building where you lived.

The moment you entered your apartment, you felt a heavy, sad vibe—something inexplicable. It felt completely weird because you expected Seungmin to come running to see if you had arrived safely, but none of that happened. So, you decided to go look for him. You found him in your shared bed, curled up, crying like never before, which crushed your heart. Slowly approaching him, once by his side, you started stroking his back, intending to help him calm down. However, that only made him cry more. He felt extremely guilty, but now you also felt guilty. You should have solved things earlier, but you chose to leave, making things worse than they were. You lay down next to him and hugged him, starting to comfort him, which this time worked. After a few minutes, he began to speak.

"Sorry, beautiful. I completely forgot that we were going out today, and by the time I realized, too much time had passed, and I couldn't find any way to fix it. Please forgive me. I promise I'll make it up to you." He apologized, turning around to face you.

"Of course, Minnie. I forgive you. I was just a little upset, but I know how busy your life can be. All I wanted was some time for us because lately, we haven't been able to go out like before," you said, stroking his cheek.

"I know, beautiful. But soon, I'll get some vacation, and if I don't, I'll take a few days off to be with you, my love." He hugged you tightly.

"Thank you, Minnie. I love you more than you can imagine. Forgive me too, and let's keep being happy together, okay?"

"Yes, silly. I love you much more."

✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ JEONGIN

After sending that message, you felt guilty because maybe it wasn't his fault, but it seemed like he wasn't putting in the slightest effort into your relationship. Every time something complicated happened in your relationship, it wasn't him who came to talk to you about it; it was always his coworkers. This bothered you a lot because it seemed like he was too cowardly to tell you things, either by message or face to face.

Right now, you didn't know whether to cry, get angry, or worry. You really didn't know what to do or how to act. What were you supposed to do? Wait and see if the man you love shows up, or if he's just going to back away again. These thoughts only made you more depressed. You even fell asleep while crying, so you didn't know what was happening around you at that moment.

When you woke up, you had missed numerous calls from your boyfriend, his friends, your friends—literally everyone. He had been looking for you for about an hour and a half, something that surprised you because you didn't even feel like you had fallen asleep, so you didn't notice the calls and messages they had sent you. Disoriented, you started reading messages from your friends saying that Innie had been looking for you for a while and seemed sad. When you began reading his messages, you realized you had messed up really badly. You had around 100 messages from Jeongin apologizing, asking you not to leave him, and begging to see you just to apologize properly. If you didn't want to be with him anymore, he said it was okay, but he just wanted to say goodbye properly. However, you didn't want to end it either; you only said it on a stupid impulse. He was and is the love of your life, and you didn't want things or the love between you to end. You quickly called him, praying that he would answer, and not even 3 seconds passed when a desperate Jeongin answered. You were about to speak, but he started apologizing endlessly, just saying words desperately, not even making coherent sense. He just didn't want you to hang up and say you no longer wanted to be with him. His desperation made you feel disoriented and sad, but at the same time, it frustrated you because he wouldn't let you talk. Therefore, you decided to raise your voice a bit to make him stop talking.

"Jeongin! Let me speak first, okay?"

"Yes, sorry."

"I don't want to break up with you. I know I said I couldn't take it anymore, and it's true, but I know being busy is not your fault. I just want you to communicate more with me. I don't want your friends always having to inform me. I want it to be you," you said with some emotion, finally able to express what you felt.

"Yes, love, I promise. From now on, I'll change for the better, but please don't leave me. I love you more than you can imagine. That's why from today, I'll be the person who makes you happy forever," he promised with a lump in his throat.

"If that's the case, come home now, Innie. I miss you. I want to fix things properly. I miss everything about you, please," you begged your boyfriend.

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Are you taking requests? If so could you do something soft or sweet with Aether or Copia?

Love your writing!

I guess I am! I took a loooooooong break after Ghostober, so I think it's time I start writing again.

Been working on a Dracopia thing that's neither soft nor sweet (coming very soon), so have some fluff, featuring the Beefy Boy. Fair warning, it's incredibly cheesy.

“What are you doing here, love?” Aether flicks on the light, squinting as it reveals your figure standing in his doorway. You look down at your fluffy, pink slippers, feeling a little ridiculous.

“It’s too cold in my room,” you state, fiddling with the hem of his oversized band shirt, weathered, well-loved, and yours for the foreseeable future. “Imperator won’t turn the heat up until it’s under freezing for a week.” That woman and her damn budgets. The large ghoul cocks an eyebrow, a knowing smile spreading across his face.

“And so you came down here, to the dens, which are underground.” You flush, knowing he’s caught you in a lie. Really, it’s a half-truth.

“No comment.”

Aether laughs, the sound rich, like the peal of a bell. This was a dumb idea. Sure, you’ve had “sleepovers” before, but those usually involve some forethought, a little planning. Showing up unannounced marks a new stage in your budding relationship. Maybe you weren’t ready for it.

“Well, come on, then.” He peels back the comforter, patting the space next to him. “We can huddle for warmth. Like penguins.”

You roll your eyes, but can’t help but feel a little giddy as you shuffle over to the bed, kicking off your slippers. Somewhat nervous still, you set yourself down so that there are a few inches separating your bodies. Having none of that, Aether wraps a strong arm around you, pulling you close so that your noses are nearly touching.

“I thought you said you were cold.” You giggle. The jig is up.

“I did say that.” Your eyes dart away, then back to him. “I wanted to see you, too.” It only now dawns on you that it’s the middle of the night, and that Aether has rehearsal for most of tomorrow. “Sorry to bother you, I-“

“Not a bother,” he says, his hand finding the back of your head to pet your hair. “‘M glad you’re here.”

Your heart flutters. This all feels so juvenile, but you can’t deny how much you like it. “Me, too.” You pause, a little sad out of nowhere. “I’m gonna miss you.” Aether’s expression twists, the corners of his mouth pulling tight. He lets out a slow breath.

“Yeah. Me, too.” There’s a moment of tense silence, then he smiles at you again. “But, hey.” His hand comes to cup your cheek, giving the flesh a light, playful pinch. You narrow your eyes at him, but grin nonetheless. “It’s only a few months. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Yeah.” For as sad as you are to see him go, you know there’s nothing that makes him happier than performing. He belongs on that stage. Though the tour rapidly approaches, you haven’t discussed what his absence means for this thing of yours. Now is as good a time as any. 

“I’ll be waiting for you,” you murmur. Then, you laugh. “Right here, in this bed.” Aether is quiet, and you’re afraid maybe you’ve overstepped. Then, he kisses you, and suddenly you can’t remember what you were even thinking about.

“Sounds like a plan.” His violet eyes glint with mischief. “Though I’m warning you, if you do that, things may, uh, escalate, rather quickly. You’d better be ready for it.”

You bite your lip, excited by the prospect. “Oh, believe me, I will be.”

You share a kiss, then another, and then several more. The situation quickly devolves and before you know it, Aether’s forked tongue is prodding at your lips. Your blood quickening, you let them part, allowing him in. But without warning be withdraws, trying and failing to stifle a large yawn. You get a full view of his sharp, pointed teeth, the sight making your heart race for reasons you'll have to unpack later.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” you tell him. “I did bust in here in the middle of the night.” You give him one more chaste kiss. “Do you want to go back to sleep?” The conflict is clear in his eyes.

“Not really. But we should.” He has to think for a moment. “Tomorrow night, let me take you out. Then, we’ll pick up where we left off. I want to make the most of our time together, give you my full, undivided attention.”

You feel like you’re flying. How you’ll be able to sleep now is beyond you. “I’d like that. I’d love that, actually.”

Aether’s eyes twinkle like stars in the night sky. “Brilliant.” A final peck on your forehead and he’s reaching for the light. Then, the room falls into darkness. He drapes his arm back over you, the weight of it comforting, like a hug.

You don’t give yourself enough credit. This was a great idea.

“Hey, Aeth?”

“Yeah, love?”

“If we were penguins, I’d bring you hella rocks.”

“Thank you,” he mumbles, already half asleep. “I’d treasure them forever.”

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Dear Diary

*Set in the Darkest Knight AU*

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Mutant!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Word count: 4459

Summary: Natasha embraces her new life as an X-Men.

AN: I'm back with a little one shot. :) Enjoy!

December 6, 2023

Dear Diary,

Is that an appropriate way to start one of these? I’ve never kept a diary or a journal before. But Marie gave me this cute little notebook and said writing stuff down helps clear her mind, so I don’t think there’s any harm in giving it a shot. They would never let us have something like this in the Red Room. Too much evidence lying around for someone to stumble upon. Should I put a lock on this? Y/N wouldn’t snoop around to read this, would she? Well, I guess if she is–leave my diary alone, you big dummy!

The professor said the Red Room soldiers and Widows are coming tomorrow. This is all my fault. I’ve put these good people and innocent children in danger. Earlier, we went to help the kids pack their bags and board the buses. I’m not sure if Y/N has any kids of her own (or ever did at all), but I can tell she really cares about them. Although she was not happy with some of the excessive luggage some of them were bringing. No one would tell me where they’re sending the kids, but I overheard Ororo mention something about a private resort they had to buy out.

I still don’t quite understand why these people are willing to sacrifice so much for me. I’m basically a stranger to them. I have nothing to give them in return if they ask. Maybe they’ll finally throw me out when they realize how worthless I am. That’s what I really deserve. Not these warm clothes, the home-cooked meals, and this roof over my head. And I definitely don’t deserve the kindness and care Y/N has shown me. I really like her, but I’m afraid she’ll leave me when she realizes how boring and inexperienced I am. 

Oh, I think she’s coming out of the shower now. I’ll continue this later.

Love,

Nat

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December 15, 2023

Dear Diary,

It’s weird how life goes back to normal so fast here. The Red Room soldiers and Widows were here not even a week ago, tearing down doors and blasting out windows, and everything is already repaired and the students are back at it like nothing happened.

A lot of them are excited to go back to their homes and families for the holiday. But a lot of them will also be staying at the mansion, because their families won’t accept them or they just don’t have any home to go back to. The professor asked Y/N to help plan some holiday games so the kids staying don’t get too bored or lonely. She’s acting like it’s the dumbest assignment he’s ever given her, but I’ve seen her spending all her free time ordering presents and decorations (with the professor’s credit card, of course), so I know she takes it very seriously and the kids are going to love whatever she comes up with.

I’m really glad I get to spend Christmas here. It’s been a long time since I’ve actually been able to celebrate it with people I love. I feel so welcomed here and no one looks at me like I’m any different, when I come from a past where there’s red all over my ledger. Sometimes I’m surprised anyone even lets me be around these kids alone, but some of them have powers that even make Y/N nervous, and I think they know they can trust me.

It’ll take some more time before I can be fully comfortable here, but it’s really starting to grow on me and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Love,

Nat

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December 25, 2023

Natasha wakes up alone. She looks around the bedroom, in case you might be on the floor doing push-ups or in the bathroom showering, but the room is completely empty. Her heartbeat picks up as she jumps out of bed, afraid that you’ve left her, when she notices a note on the desk.

Downstairs making breakfast. Come join when you’re up - Y/N

She relaxes immediately, touched how you made sure to let her know in advance where you would be. She quickly washes up and puts on a robe, then hurries downstairs to a chaotic mess of torn gift wrapping, screaming children, and flashing new toys. She steps into the kitchen, where you are wearing a flowered apron and are threatening Marie with a spatula.

“Stop, those aren’t ready–Marie!” You swat at her hands as she swipes for a pancake.

“Merry Christmas, Miss Nat!” Marie says, moving your attention away from her as your girlfriend appears.

“Merry Christmas, Marie.” Natasha gives the girl a hug, not missing the folded pancake in her hand. 

“Merry Christmas, darling,” you say next, waiting for her to come over. “I made a special plate for you. It’s over here so the kids don’t get into it.” You point to a foil-covered plate off to the side of the stove. Natasha goes to investigate, peeling back the foil to find the plate fully-loaded with two different types of pancakes, one next to a little container of jam and honey, and the other still steaming and garnished with flecks of green onion. There’s even a bowl of grainy buckwheat porridge. Her heart soars at the sight of her favorite native breakfast. With a delighted squeal, she throws herself into your arms.

“Thankyou thankyou thankyou,” she choruses, squeezing you tightly as you rub her back.

“You’re welcome, darling.” 

At this point, you shoo everyone out of the kitchen to finish the preparations. Natasha joins Marie in the dining hall, helping set up the plates and silverware. She watches with great curiosity as Kitty tries getting Peter to step under the mistletoe she hung above the doorway, and then is distracted when Jean and Scott come down for breakfast.

“Y/N cooks Christmas breakfast for us every year,” Jean explains to Natasha. “The kids always look forward to it.”

“Hey, Y/N!” Scott yells into the kitchen. “Keep the walnuts away from my food, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Natasha hears you dismissively respond.

“Scott’s allergic,” Jean whispers to her. “Now there’s no proof how, but he ended up with a plateful of them last year and I almost had to take him to the hospital. Needless to say, it was an eventful Christmas.”

Natasha giggles to herself, already having a feeling she knows exactly how those walnuts got on Scott’s plate.

Everyone finds a seat at the table, the empty one next to Natasha reserved for you. You finally emerge from the kitchen, no longer in the flowered apron but one of your classic checkerboard flannels. You’re carrying an impressive tower of pancakes in one hand and a pan filled half and half with bacon and sausage in the other. The students break out in appreciation and applause as Bobby scoots aside some dishes to make room for the last trays.

“Don’t take more than you can finish,” you remind the kids, going around the table to sit next to Natasha and presenting her with her special plate. “And uh, Merry Christmas, happy holidays, and all that other stuff.” You raise your apple cider in a toast and everyone follows your lead.

“Thanks for breakfast, Y/N,” Ororo says, clinking her glass to yours. The students erupt with more thanks before they start reaching for the food, passing around the mountainous plate of pancakes, scooping whole fried eggs onto each other’s plates.

“Thanks again, babe,” Natasha says, putting her hand on your thigh as she leans over to kiss you on the cheek.

“You should try it first before thanking me,” you tease, still not used to all the praise. You were just trying to be a good partner, and it was somewhat of a Christmas tradition for you to cook breakfast for all the students who stayed at the mansion over break. You didn’t mind it at all, in fact you really did enjoy spending time in the kitchen and it made you feel good to take care of others.

Natasha leaves her hand on your knee as she eats, and eventually you put your hand on top of hers comfortingly. Neither of you engage much in conversation as you eat and listen, happy with the company. Once all of the food has been finished, Ororo rounds up the students to help clean everything before they can continue opening presents. 

Kitty gets you a Johnny Cash vinyl record. Marie and Bobby got you a variety pack of exotic flavors of jerky, including alligator, ostrich, and buffalo. Storm gives you and Natasha tickets to a weekend getaway at a Canadian resort. Jean and Scott also throw in a joint gift of a new set of winter bedsheets. You are very thankful for the presents and pile them neatly by your feet, when Natasha pulls out a box and puts it on your lap. Inside is a familiar-looking flannel shirt.

“It’s a brand new one,” Natasha says. “To replace all the ones I steal from your closet,” Natasha says.

“Thanks,” you say, putting your arm around her to pull her closer so you can kiss her cheek. “This one is from me.” You hand her a very small box.

Natasha opens it delicately and gasps when she sees what you’ve given her. It’s a wooden ring, carved a little roughly around the edges  with little turquoise-colored gems pressed into the outside.

“Did you make this?” Natasha asks, running her finger over the gems.

“Uh, yeah.” You’re suddenly nervous that she doesn’t like it. Woodworking was not your finest hobby, despite your decades to fine-tune the skill, but you preferred to build vast structures and furniture. Tiny little pieces of jewelry were extremely difficult to handle, but hopefully it was worth the numerous cuts and splinters you gave yourself. 

Natasha slips it on her right ring finger–a perfect fit. Maybe you needed to give yourself more credit for your handiwork.

“It’s beautiful,” she says, holding her hand up to admire the ring. “I love it. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” 

Natasha snuggles closer to you and rests her head on your shoulder while you sit back and watch everyone else finish opening their gifts.

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The rest of the day is busy but productive. Natasha has never felt happier watching the students competitively decorate gingerbread houses, then go outside and play in the snow. You don’t join in anymore, preferring to watch from the side. You’re already wearing the flannel Natasha got for you and Natasha gazes at you adoringly from afar. Despite the differences the two of you had from time to time, she hasn’t loved another person the way she loves you. But sometimes she worries that you don’t feel the same way. 

You still don’t talk very much, hardly opening up about your past the way Natasha has spilled about hers. Although you seem mostly content at the mansion, Natasha can tell you’re still adjusting to being around so many people. The life of solitude in the cabin in the woods had clearly been more your style, and she feels guilty for dragging you away from that. But as much as she would love to spend all day with you cozied up in a cabin you built with your own hands, it wasn’t a realistic option. Not with all the threats and dangers that could come her way.

Which is why it was so important to Natasha that the Red Room be dealt with, as soon as possible.

She didn’t like how dismissive you got every time she brought it up, but she understood why. You had found your domestic bliss and didn’t want to let it go anytime soon. She wasn’t going to blame you. But she wished you would actually listen to her instead of shutting her down all the time. She would figure out how to broach the topic with you eventually, but today was not that day.

After a quiet dinner, which is basically just warmed up leftovers from breakfast, Natasha finds you sitting by yourself on the couch in front of a dying fire. Most of the students had retired to their rooms, exhausted by the day’s festivities. Natasha sits next to you, leaning her shoulder against yours.

“Hey,” she whispers.

“Hi.” You offer her your hand and she clasps onto it, threading her fingers with yours. You smile when you see the wooden ring on her finger. It looks perfect on her. “Did you have fun today?” you ask. 

“It was the best Christmas I ever had,” she replies. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“Of course.”

Natasha is tired, but there’s still one more thing she wants to do with you. She rests her hand on your thigh, subtly at first, then she slowly starts to stroke your leg, her fingers barely perceptible through your jeans. You ignore her and her movements become bolder, creeping towards the inside of your thigh now and squeezing it lightly.

“Can I help you with something?” you finally ask. Natasha has always been a little more shy when it comes to asking for intimacy with you. But you were patient with her and never pressured her, and that encouraged her to have the confidence to ask if you were in the mood–even if she didn’t always do it with words. 

“Do you want to go upstairs?” she says, leaning forward until her lips almost touch yours. “I still have one more present to give you.”

“Oh, do you now?” you ask, trying to kiss her but she pulls away.

“You have to come upstairs,” she repeats, offering you her hand as she stands up.

“All right, all right.” Your knees creak as you push off the couch, taking Natasha’s hand and following her upstairs. You can hear her heartbeat pounding with excitement or maybe that’s…yours? You hope everyone else has gone to sleep by now, otherwise they wouldn’t be falling asleep anytime soon.

Back in the privacy of the bedroom, you let Natasha lead you to the bed and you sit down on the edge with her climbing onto your lap. 

“Is this okay?” she asks, her hands locking around the back of your neck.

“Of course,” you whisper, leaning in until your foreheads touch. Your arms circle her waist to hold her securely in place. Her breath fans over your face and her heartbeat pumps at an almost alarmingly quick rate. 

“I want you,” she says, rocking her hips against your thighs. “I want you to take me.”

“How do you want me?” you ask, before she presses her lips roughly to yours, her fingers digging into your neck. Her arousal spikes and so does yours. You open your mouth when she licks your lips to deepen the kiss. She tastes like vanilla and cookies and you instinctively pull her closer to you, wanting to devour her until the morning.

Natasha grabs the collar of your flannel, pulling apart the top buttons and running her hands down your chest and abs. Your skin burns where she touches you and you nip lightly on her bottom lip when she rests her hands on the buckle of your belt.

“I want to taste you,” you pant, hoping your request doesn’t come across as too greedy. Natasha has to fight down her thrill of excitement at your suggestion, wondering how you knew exactly what she wanted. She doesn’t even take the time to agree with you, instead hurriedly stripping off her clothes to show you how eager she is. You take off the flannel, setting it aside with reverence, then removing your undershirt and jeans. Natasha tackles you back on the bed, your thigh fitting between her legs and you feel the heat from her center rubbing against you.

“You’re so wet for me,” you say, holding her hips again and guiding her up until she’s hovering over your chest. “My good girl.”

“Your good girl,” Natasha reiterates, grabbing onto the headboard for support before she positions herself over your face. The scent of her arousal is almost overwhelming to you, and you waste no time bringing your arms over her thighs to pull her down. Natasha whines when your mouth makes contact with her slick center, your tongue slipping into her and coating with her juices. 

Natasha moans, grinding down so you can enter her deeper. Your arms tighten to prevent her from moving too much; you want to do things at your own pace. Her taste is so intoxicating and addictive, you could lie here forever eating her out. Natasha grips the headboard tighter, struggling to rock against your face for more friction, but you won’t let her. She whines in desperation, the noises music to your ears. Your tongue dips into her again before tracing up to her clit, flicking against it and Natasha grinds down harder on your chin, gasping and moaning. 

“Y/N,” she begs. “Y/N, please.”

You stop, pulling away from her far enough to say, “What do you want, baby?”

“I want you,” she repeats, her voice breaking. “I need you.”

“I know, baby. I got you.” As much as you love teasing her, this is not the time. You knew Natasha could sometimes be insecure about your relationship with her. But you had no regrets in choosing to be with her and loved her so much. You would never miss an opportunity to show her, either.

You loosen your arms around her so she has some freedom to move and Natasha quickly adjusts herself until she’s comfortable. When she settles back down on your face again, you find her clit and wrap your lips around it, rewarded with a long, drawn-out moan. Natasha rolls her hips to help you find a good rhythm. You feel her thighs tremble and more of her slick spills onto your tongue. 

“Oh, god. Oh fuck, Y/N,” she whimpers, the headboard flexing dangerously from how hard she’s holding onto it. 

Your stomach practically burns from how aroused you are with Natasha riding your face, and you’re hoping she’ll help you relieve some of the tension once you make her finish. You’ve held out as long as you could, and you can tell Natasha is ready to fall over the edge. Your tongue rests on her clit again, swiping upwards in a straight line, then dragging down at a diagonal angle, then going back up.

N.

Your tongue moves in an inverted V next, drawing an imaginary bar between them.

A.

You lick down her clit once more, then swipe perpendicular.

T.

Natasha is panting and shaking, completely unaware that you’re trying to spell her name on her with your tongue. One of her hands has left the headboard and is holding tightly onto your hair in an attempt to guide you, but your own plan is already in action.

She doesn’t make it the next A, her back arching and thighs clamping around your head as she finally cums. You don’t let a drop of it go to waste, lapping at her sensitive folds until she’s whimpering and trying to pull your head away. Natasha lifts herself off your face with a contented sigh, turning herself away from the headboard now, but you’re not quite done with her yet.

You pull her back down on your face and she falls forward with her hands on your chest. 

“Did I say you could go anywhere?” you grumble playfully. 

“Y/N,” Natasha giggles. 

“Can I have one more, darling?” you ask, and she responds by sitting back on your face. But now Natasha is the one with other ideas, as she eyes the veins on your flexing abdomen that disappear behind the band of your underwear. You feel her hands run across your stomach and your breath hitches when she tugs down your underwear.

“Nat, what are you–oh, shit.” Now it’s your turn to gasp and moan when Natasha leans over and places her mouth on your dripping center. You completely lose focus of what you were doing, instinctively spreading your legs open further to give her better access. “Fuck baby, oh fuck,” you whine, your head dropping back on the pillow.

“Did I say you could stop?” Natasha teases, turning your own words back against you. It takes a monumental effort, but you calm yourself enough to put your mouth to work again. Natasha almost soaks herself when she realizes how turned on you’ve gotten just from eating her out. Now she has only one mission in mind: make you cum before she does a second time. But you’re refusing to make it easy for her, and Natasha is already dangerously close despite having finished mere minutes ago. She knows she has to hurry, but judging from the tremble in your thighs, you’re closer than you’re letting on.

Natasha’s tongue circles your clit and she can feel you panting against her, your own efforts faltering in their rhythm. She pushes back against your face to remind you of what you promised her. Your fingers dig into the curve of her ass and you feel her breasts rubbing against your abs. Her mouth is so hot and wet and perfect on you, making you lose your breath every time her tongue touches you.

“Fuck, Nat,” you whimper, feeling like you’re losing control of yourself. You’re not even sure if what you’re doing to her anymore is working because all you can think about is the throbbing in your lower stomach that begs to be released. Your back arches off the bed when her tongue lashes at your clit and she struggles and fails to push down on your thighs to keep you grounded. “Nat, I can’t,” you warn, a little embarrassed at how fast you’re ready to release. 

“It’s okay,” you hear Natasha say, “Cum for me, baby.” 

White floods your vision and all the muscles in your body tighten as you spill into her mouth, a moan catching in your throat. Your head spins in a rush of endorphins and you’re practically convulsing underneath Natasha when you finally come down from your high. She purrs in delight at her success, gently squeezing at your thighs. And as much as you want to flip her around and press her head against your chest, you still do owe her.

Natasha’s second orgasm is a little more subdued but just as pleasurable. She bites the inside of your thigh to quiet the noise of her moan and you almost cum again. But once she finds the strength to move, Natasha crawls back up to you, nuzzling the side of your head and kissing you. Normally, you could go several rounds without even stopping for a break, but you’re unusually exhausted today. Maybe it was from waking up at four o’clock to work on breakfast for everyone or making sure that the Christmas activities throughout the day ran smoothly. 

Natasha rests her head on your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat and you rub her shoulder, tilting your head down to breathe in the faded scent of her shampoo. 

“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” she whispers.

“Merry Christmas, darling.”

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January 2, 2024

Dear Diary,

Professor Xavier called me personally to his office today. I was really nervous that I was in trouble for something. I’m still not sure how I feel about his mind-reading thing. I try to keep my thoughts in check when he’s around, but I think that makes it seem like I’m hiding something. But other than that, he’s only ever been polite and respectful to me, and I can tell Y/N really looks up to him as a mentor and father figure.

He told me he has a lead on where the Red Room could be and asked if I still want to pursue them. Of course I do, but I know Y/N isn’t happy about it. I thought she would understand more. I know she’s got her own past that she hasn’t told me the entirety of yet (not that she’s required to), but she’s told a few stories so I know her situation is similar enough to mine. I wish she was more supportive instead of trying to talk me out of it, but I know she’s worried too. She doesn’t want me rushing back into danger and I totally get that. But I just…I can’t stay here and be cared for and protected and loved when there are so many of my sisters still being held against their will and forced into doing horrible things.

Luckily, the professor seems more understanding of things. But I don’t want him or anyone else here risking their lives for me. If I have to go alone, I will. I don’t know if I can do it alone, though. I’m sure Y/N will insist on tagging along no matter what. I just hope she doesn’t get too grumpy about the whole thing.

Love,

Nat

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January 4, 2024

Dear Diary,

I still haven’t told Y/N what the professor told me 2 days ago (assuming she hasn’t already gone through my diary and read about it here). I tried to mention it after dinner, but I could tell as soon as I let the “R” word slip she was not paying attention to the conversation anymore. I don’t want my frustration to build up, so I’ll probably have to be straightforward about it, which isn’t easy.

I know the professor can hear all of my thoughts, so I wonder if he’s going to get tired of them and just talk to Y/N himself. But probably not. This is my problem to handle. I’ll find the courage somehow to deal with it. 

I just hope it doesn’t cause Y/N to look down on me for this. I’m already nervous that I’m constantly annoying her, and if she gets fed up enough and kicks me out I will literally have nowhere to go and at that point, I’d welcome back the Red Room with open arms. That probably seems a little dramatic, but I really don’t want to risk losing the best person that ever came into my life. I have Y/N to thank for everything I have here, and I think most people in my position would call me crazy for trying to make any changes to my situation. 

But I’m not like most people. And I have to do what I think is right, even if others try to stop me. 

I’ll bring it up to Y/N later again. Maybe if I catch her in a good mood she’ll be more receptive to the idea. Wishing luck to my future self.

Love,

Nat

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Lucifer x Sinner!reader (Hazbin Hotel)

   SUMMARY: You wake up in Hell and realize you didn't make the cut into Heaven. You never did anything evil, but never believed in God. You wanted to live life by your own morals. Little did you know a group of hazbins would take you in and show you more kindness than anyone on Earth ever did. Then you met someone you never thought you would, Lucifer, the King of Hell. Then you did something you never thought you would, make a deal with the devil.

Word Count: 3300k+

WARNINGS: smut

A/N: I am so excited to give you guys this chapter! I feel like we are actually moving now. I've been wanting to write this non-stop, so hoping another update will be out tomorrow. In the meantime, happy reading!!

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CHAPTER THREE: I Did Something Bad

“I can’t believe he just kicked us out like that! I mean who the fuck does he think he is?”

Charlie was pacing back and forth in her office back at the hotel. The meeting went less than ideal as Heaven wasn’t forthcoming on her idea. Not only did they rudely kick us out and fling her papers everywhere, but they also increased the Extermination date. It put you on edge how much the angels enjoyed it. You spent the last extermination boarded up in a crate for the entire day. The screams of sinners and the laughter of the angels haunted you in your sleep.

            “I mean it makes sense that the first man alive was this egotistical asshole. “

You mentioned that quite a few men on Earth were like that as well. Of course, you were brushed off as Charlie wasn’t paying attention to anything but her own mumbling. After a few minutes Vaggie came into the office and you decided Charlie didn’t need you anymore for moral support. You closed the door behind you as you made your way up to your room. It had been a long day and all you wanted was to wrap up in your warm comforter. As you walked into your room you noticed a certain friend, Angel Dust, sitting on your bed waiting for you. His head perked up as you walked towards him.

            “Y/n you are not going to believe this. He sang to me, and of course I was upset, but he sang to me. No one has cared even to ever do that for me. Afterwards he was so understanding, and we took a walk together. I mean it’s like we’re practically dating.”

            Angel Dust wrung his hands has he watched you sit next to him on your bed.

            “Did you guys’ kiss at all?”

            “Well, no, but y/n I was so nervous, and for once this is something I want to work out. I can’t afford to mess it up.” He was nervous as he looked to you for support.

            “That’s a good thing. It means you really care. I’m glad you want to take things slow for once, it’ll be good for the both of you.” Your hand gripped his shoulder as you tried to comfort him.

            “Thanks y/n. I guess I just wanted confirmation that I’m doing the right thing. I really like him.”

            “I know you do. It’ll all work out I promise.” You laid back on your bed, closing your eyes briefly. It wasn’t long before he spoke up.

            “So how was your date with the King of Hell?” You opened your eyes, glaring daggers at him. In turn he was smirking at you expecting a response.

            “It wasn’t a date, and you know it. “

            “Well practically, right? You went over to his house, that’s close enough. Did ya do anything? Tell me how big the King’s cock-“

            “Angel Dust! Nothing even happened! We had some snacks and something to drink and we talked.”

            “You. Talked?” He looked at you as if he didn’t believe you. Perhaps he knew you too well by now. You caved in.

            “Well, we did talk, but he also touched my face again and when he looked into my eyes I just couldn’t look away and then next thing I know he’s leaning me over the couch and he’s kissing me and oh my god he just touched me, Angel. Something like that has never happened to me before. It left so different, so alive. It was like his magic was all around, intoxicating me.” You spoke with your hands as well trying to have him understand just how much everything was. You dropped your hands to your sides as you stared at the ceiling, waiting for a response.

            “That’s amazing y/n, but if you ever tell the story to someone else, I advise you to leave out the part where you mention his rival. I’m pretty sure he would be less than happy to hear God’s name coming off your lips rather than his.” A blush overcame your face as you thought of saying his name repeatedly in desperation. It’s horrible just how much he ended up in your thoughts. It’s even worse most of those thoughts are less than clean.

            “Angel, I don’t even know what to do. It’s like he’s a drug to me. Something about it feels so wrong, but so very right. I mean he’s Charlie’s dad, and Charlie also has a mom. Not to mention Lucifer is how many centuries old? I was only 21 when I died. I feel like we could never actually work out. We have so many differences, but there is the trouble between Heaven and Hell. Not to mention we are trying to rehabilitate into Heaven, right? I don’t know if I even want to at this point.” Tears welled up in your eyes at all the impossibilities.

            “Maybe you should take it slow then, like me and Husk. Just be friends.”

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After Angel left you sat in your bed for a long while. Tears came and they went and eventually you even wrote a bit in your journal. Being friends made sense even though every part of you wanted more. It would be best to be friends until this whole thing with Heaven blew over. If you could convince yourself that you were just friends with him, then maybe you could convince Charlie this was a one-time thing. Speaking of which, you needed to stand up and actually go see her. Ten minutes later you found yourself in front of her bedroom door. You knocked waiting for her to open. Almost immediately it opened, making you wonder if the Morningstars had some more magic up their sleeves than you knew about.

            “Y/n. Hey come in.”

            “Sorry for not coming to you after we came back. I was emotionally tapped out.” You walked inside as she ushered you over to a sitting area she had. A small couch was on one side as a cushioned hair was on the other.

            “It’s okay I understand. However, you might want to explain what exactly is happening between you and my father.” She sat down on the chair leaving the small couch to you. As you set down you rubbed your sweaty hands on your thighs. Charlie looked at you expectantly.

            “Well as you know I really can’t go outside. It’s one of my fears after my death and I just go into panic mode. A couple of weeks ago when he visited the hotel, he found me near a balcony. I admitted to my fear, and he offered to help me overcome it. He brought me to his study. It has these huge windows that look over the city and in a way it helped. I asked him if he would help me with going outside in the future and he said he would. That’s how we ended up traveling together to the embassy today.”

            “That much I gathered but thank you for confiding in me. I understand it takes courage to bring up fears. You still didn’t explain to me, how do I put it, how my father became disheveled.” You looked away from her, baring an awkward smile, hugging your sides. She waited when you were ready.

            “Yes that… He teleported me to his mansion first. There was time so we talked, and one thing led to another. I don’t plan to continue these actions. I do want to become friends with him, but right now it’s too messy. Not to mention he’s your father and had a wife at some point I gather?...” You looked at her with a grimace hoping to not bring up hard feelings. Charlie didn’t seem to mind.

            “Oh that? They haven’t been together for most of my life. I do think it is a great idea you visit these feelings later. I’m all for following your heart, but for one we’re talking about rehabilitant you to Heaven! Not to mention he is my father and if anything does happen in the future, please encourage him to leave me out of it.”

You both ended up laughing together, satisfied with your talk. Your conversation turned to other things and before you knew it you two were chatting about anything and everything. Just like it used to be. There was a reason she chooses you to help her around the hotel. You shared very similar aspirations as her. The only difference was you were not hell born, although sometimes you wished you were. Sinners could not leave the ring of pride, not to mention hell born often thought less of sinners. They could be powerful yes, but sinners could only reproduce if they had a hell born. Many of them didn’t want to touch sinners. It was an afterlife, but it was apparently meant to be a punishment. Many things in the city weren’t there to make sinner’s lives easier.

Eventually you left to retire to your room as you both were becoming tired. You changed into your pajamas and plaited your hair for bed. Your cell phone rang then and as you glanced at it on your vanity you realized it was from Luci. You nearly fell out of your chair. The rings continued as you thought of what to say. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and answered the call.

“Hi Luci.”

“Hey y/n. I know it’s late, but I just wanted to hear your voice. I’m sure you know; the nights are the longest.” He sounded tired and sadness tinged his words. You picked up your phone and ventured over to your bed. Laying down you set your phone on your chest as you stared at the ceiling listening to his voice.

“Yea I know about that all too well.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Luci.”

“Do you ever feel like no matter how hard you try you make everything worse?”

“Sometimes.”

“Do I really make everything worse?”

“You helped make me feel better. Didn’t you?”

“I suppose.”

“Then no, you don’t make everything worse.” He let out a small sigh. There was silence for a long time. The only thing you could hear was his breathing trying to keep it together.

“It just feels like it. For centuries I’ve been stuck down here because I tried to give humanity free will. I tried to give them this gift to create and invent and live their lives in amazing, beautiful ways. But it backfired. They snatched what I gave them and threw it down the gutter.” He was speaking behind broken words at this point. The emotion in his voice threatening to break it.

“Luci that’s not your fault. You were doing something good. It’s not your fault the others didn’t agree.”

“Then there’s also Lilith. I thought we had something good. We had Charlie, a real family y/n, and then she left.” His voice wavered with every word. It was heartbreaking.

“I’m sorry she left, but you have Charlie and look at all the good she is doing. You made her for the better. “

“Yea I guess my daughter is pretty amazing.”

“I don’t know much about you and Lilith splitting, but anyone would be wrong to leave you. You deserve happiness even at your worst.”

“Thank you, y/n.”

“You’re welcome.”

You both sat there listening to each other’s breaths. Waiting for the other to break the silence once again. He spoke up first.

“Can I ask you something else?”

“Anything.”

“Can I give you a nickname? Like you gave me mine, Luci.” Your heart pounded in your chest. Friends can give each other nicknames, right?

“Seems only fair,” you spoke softly with a smile on your face.

“Duckling. Just like my best creation.”

“I love it.” Your heart was full, but ached at what you knew you needed to explain.

“Luci, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, my Duckling.” He sounded suave, confidence now in his voice.

“I need us to be just friends.” He sucked in a breath holding it across the line. There was silence for quite a while.

“I understand.” His voice was low now and cut off. The emotion gone. Had he become accustomed to shutting people out?

“Luci it’s not like that. I like you and I loved the time we spent together it’s just too fast. We barely know each other and there is turmoil between Hell and Heaven. I know it must be more than the extermination and I’m worried it’s going to be worse before it is better. Plus, the whole thing with Charlie, it’s a mess. But you’re my mess, together we’re this horrible pile of sin and lost hope. Just wait for me Luci, that’s all I ask of you.”

“Then I’ll be here waiting. Friends can still use nicknames, right?”

“Yes.”

“And talk over the phone late at night?”

“Sure.”

“Then tell me, what was Earth like?”

With that you and Luci talked for hours about anything and everything. From your music preferences to politics to even how high school was for you. He loved learning anything about humans. Thanks to him you all now could choose and oh how many choices did you have. You’re pretty sure any hobby you could think of you tried at least once. You told him about the instruments you played and art pieces you made. People you dated and people you hated. History was always so very interesting to you, and you relayed it to him in detail. Eventually it landed on the topic of religion and how Christianity seems more like a cult now then anything. He told you it had always been that way.

As the hours of the night ticked on, it became a good amount past midnight. You both were tired, but reeling on the energy you both gave each other. It was so nice to have someone to talk to again and bullshit with. He made you laugh, and he listened so very well. You would also ask him questions and you loved listening to his voice. This late at night it was a bit hoarse and husky as he spoke in a lower tone. He was tired that much was evident in his voice, but he also gave off other emotions. Those of adoration and love and home. Eventually his questions made an interesting turn towards your creative writing.

“So let me get this straight. People would write stories about fictional characters and then people like you would write completely different stories based on those characters?”

“Pretty much.”

“What did you write about?”

“Well of course it was mainly romance. I was such a sucker for fantasy romance. I wish I could get my hands on some here in Hell.”

“Romance. Interesting maybe I could give you some pointers here and there for another story. Totally platonic though.” You laughed out loud at the mischievous devil.

“That’s just like no homo.” You couldn’t stop laughing it was that bad.

“Just like what now.”

“I’ll tell you the story another time.”

“Alright Duckling. Let’s hear more about these stories. Come on I’m so interested!”

“Quite honestly these stories would be romance, and a good romance story needs to feel real. A.K.A most of them had sex. There’s something so carnal and intimate to it.”

“You know one of these days you’ll have to write me a story for me to read. I really want to see the genius at work.”

“Well, what do you want the story to be about?”

“I could just show you.”

“Now, now Luci. We’re friends, remember? You could just tell me.” He chuckled across the line and a blush crossed your face at your boldness. You are just friends! Friends can talk about these things, right? If you stay away from being physical with him it all should work out. You hoped.

“My story would start with a certain fallen angel and a beautiful sinner from his land.”

“That’s a good start. What else?”

“Well, he’d take her out to dinner, buy them an expensive bottle of wine to share, and chat about their daily happenings. As dinner would continue, he would stare into her beautiful eyes as he would knead her thigh under the table. She’d laugh and play it off with a blush crossing her face. At one point he would bring her hand up to his lips, kiss it, and tell her to slip off her panties. Hesitantly she would take them off, handing it to him under the table where he would hide them in his pocket.” His voice was laced with lust and made you tremble deep inside. Your deepest fantasies were coming to life with the sound of his words.

“And maybe on the way home this fallen angel would spread his wings and fly her across the city. She would hold onto him and whisper sweet nothings into his ears. When he would land, she would run her hands along his wings, daring him to keep them open.”

You could hear him struggling to keep it together on the other line. A small whimper left his mouth, and you wondered what he was doing. Wondered if you should do the same.

“He’d bring her inside, throwing her on his bed, taking in her beautiful form. His fingers would snap, burning off her clothing in angelic light. He’d use his tongue and lick over her neck and her breasts. Paying close attention to her nipples rolling them in his mouth. He’d kiss her deeply, running his tongue against her lips and nipping at her. His hands would run along her thighs, leaving little marks as his claws dug at her skin. She would be marked as his.”

Your breaths were matching his as you moved your own fingers to his imaginations. Soft moans rolled from both of your lips as you continued the story.

“She would wrap her arms around his neck, biting at the soft flesh there. She’d let him do whatever he wanted to her, and she left her legs open for his taking. She’d whimper and moan as he moved down towards her warmth gasping as he delved in. His tongue would roll between her folds, flicking up and down. Two of his fingers would explore and find the perfect spot and she would melt underneath his touch.”

“He’d take control then lifting her up from the bed. They’d find the nearest wall, pushing her up against it. He’d kiss her deeply as he lined up his shaft to her entrance. They would find a rhythm as she would wrap her legs around him. He would become undone. He would slow down and ease up, then increase speed and deepen the intimacy. At the end he would kiss her, mumbling intoxicating words as he wrapped his arms around her. She would hold onto him as if he was the air she needed to breathe. They would come together then, breathes slowing down as they listened to each other’s heart beating.”

In the end there was very little for you two to say. You were just friends but committed a dangerous sin. Neither of you cared but didn’t dare admit to it.

“Are we finished?” The man on the phone asked not wanting to face their consequences.

“I am, Luci.” You could swear you heard him let out a sigh of relief.

“Then that’s all that matters.” You rolled your eyes. This man never thought about himself.

“Are you as well?”

“When it comes to you, I don’t think I could ever have a different answer.”

Shortly after you two said your goodbyes, finally sated. An unspoken truth held in the air; you both knew nothing would ever be the same. You were spiraling down a fate you were afraid to face. You made a deal with the devil how could you think you would ever make it out alive.

For he was your Savior.

And you had a lot to repent.

[seraphicsage]

Lady Atredies

A/N That's right guys she's actually written a second chapter to a fic!! This has been beta read (again, since when do I do that??) so I hope you'll love it!! I'm really enjoying writing this and I would love for you guys to let me know what you like about it or if you just enjoy it!!

Chapter 2

My maids are waiting for me on the other side of the door and we walk together to my room. There is food waiting for me to my relief, and I sit myself down on the small desk in the corner of my room to eat. It isn’t long until Feyd is walking into my room but I find that I've nearly finished already. He stands firmly, with his arms held behind his back, waiting for something. I dismiss Becca and Nyla for the night and assure them that I will call for them if I need anything, letting them take my plate away with them. “Did he believe me?” I ask when they leave the room, turning so I can face him fully.  

“He seemed,” he pauses for a split moment, “satisfied. He will not trust you yet, you are still an Atreides and he won’t believe that you are severed from your family loyalties until he can see it himself. But he is allowing the union to move forward.”  

I nod in response, he clearly does not immediately believe I am lying if that is all he said to Feyd, so we have made a good start. Feyd still seems unsure despite it going well, all things considered at least. “What’s wrong?” I stand to walk closer to him, watching his face carefully.  

“Your family is dead,” he states. It seems an odd thing to say considering that was the first thing I was told when I was brought here, by him no less.  

“Yes,” I hesitate, “you told me that this morning Feyd. It’s beneficial, what’s upsetting you?” 

“It doesn’t bother you? I understand you had your difficulties with them, but most people still care for family, do they not?” The concept of a close family is something that has often confused Feyd in my years of knowing him. If there is anyone who understands the complicated feelings surrounding my family, it is him. Considering his history with his own family I’m surprised he has to ask, though I understand the question he is asking.  

“I am not upset by their deaths, only disappointed I could not see it myself. My own mother died years ago, as you know, she is the only one who I would have cared about. My father is pathetic and has always cared more for his son than I. And Jessica was most certainly not my family. You know this.” When Jessica gave birth to a boy rather than a girl, against what the Bene Gesserit had commanded, I knew that she had stolen my own purpose. During my own training in the Bene Gesserit ways, I had been told of what I had been expected to do, and of their disapproval of Jessica’s actions. She always thought she was better than me. 

“And of your brother? I recall he followed you around like a lost puppy as children. You never grew attached?”  

“He was fun to play with. I need him dead for our plans to work, and he remains to be a product of Jessica’s inflamed ego. I’m glad he’s dead.” I bring my hand up to hold his face as he takes in my words. He nods once and brings his hand against mine gently.  

“I must train now, will you be okay?” He asks, swiftly moving on from the previous subject.  

“I will rest now, I think, it has been a long day. Will I see you tomorrow?” 

“My training has increased in the lead up to my coming of age event, so it will not be for long, but I will ensure that I do.” I thank him and allow him to leave, getting myself ready for bed before climbing in and allowing myself to sleep.  

Over the following months, I establish a routine and grow close with Becca and Nyla, they quietly introduce me to some of the guards and I make sure to be polite and respectful. I believe that they trust me as I assure them that I would protect them if Feyd ever went to direct his anger towards them. I pay particular attention to the guards that stand outside of my room just in case someone tries to plot against me. I occasionally meet with the Baron for what seems like mundane conversations, but I’m aware of how closely all my actions are being watched in every interaction I have. He speaks to me of the upcoming arena fight, of the Atreides prisoners that will be killed. I ask if I will be allowed to watch it and he seems sickeningly pleased by the question. I suspect he has something more planned for the event, but I don’t risk prying. Feyd and I see each other daily, often at mealtimes when he’ll seat with me in my room and provide me with company. Sometimes we talk and other times we sit silently, but there is always a comfortable atmosphere when we’re together.  

On the day of the event I visit Feyd as he is prepared for the arena. The women and his harpies that surround him watch me as I walk in but quickly avert their eyes as I meet them. “I am to sit with your uncle for the event.” I start, standing in front of him and watching the paint being applied to him.  

“He claims to be looking forward to it.” His voice is filled with disgust at the idea of it, though I am intrigued on how it will play out. I hum in response. As the women finish painting him, a man steps forward with daggers on a cushion in his hands. I step to the side to allow Feyd to step forward.  

The man looks terrified to approach as he speaks, “Your new blades, for this very special day, na-baron Feyd-Rautha.” I watch with fascination as Feyd drags the tip of the blade down his tongue, watching the man intensely. He swiftly swipes the blade to his side, not drawing his eyes away for a moment, slicing the throat of the woman to his right, before turning away to stab the other woman who had been painting him. 

“A notch off balance,” he approaches the shaking man again, pointing the bloody blade at him, “in the tip.” He discards the blade onto the cushion again before turning his attention back to me, he looks as though he’s assessing me. “You should join him now, before my ‘performance’.”  

I nod, watching him just as carefully before stepping an inch closer to him, “Make a show of it but do not allow them any grace. I want them dead with no mercy. Don’t fail me.” He lets out a shallow breath before I turn to leave.  

I feel him grab my wrist, with very little force behind it, “I won’t.” He says firm, though I can hear the slight hitch in his throat. He lets go of my arm and I leave the room.  

My maids are waiting for me on the other side of the door and lead me to the arena, where I am to sit with the baron. As we’re walking through a corridor though, I can feel myself being watched from the darkness. I stop in my tracks and encourage Nyla and Becca to walk ahead of me, and though they’re clearly confused they do as I ask.  

A hooded figure approaches me, I recognise her as Lady Margot Fenring. “So, the rumours are true,” she mutters as she steps next to me and we begin a slow walk forward.  

“Why are you here Lady Fenring? I have things under control.” I mutter back, trying to ensure no one can hear our conversation.  

“Reverend Mother sent me of course. We had heard you were still alive; however did you manage that?” I can hear the condescension in her voice, I know she will be disappointed that I’m still here. I stop and face her.  

“The na-baron convinced the baron to spare me. He made sure they brought me here himself,” I lean in close to her, sneering, “Ask me how I managed that.” Her face is as still and calm as ever. “Why did she send you? If she knows I am alive then she knows the line will be secured. Unless the plans have changed?” I step back and begin my walk again.  

“Does he know of your training?”  

I hesitate, “No.” 

“She needs assurances. And personally, I needed to see this myself,” she answers my first question, moving on.  

“What assurances?” I choose to ignore her last comment.  

“She needs to know if we can control him. Your survival suggests that we can, but that is not enough. Do you know that we can control him?” Her voice rises slightly, emphasising the importance of it.  

“I can control him. He would not respond well to many others trying, but I have established a secure relationship with him, and he will follow me.”  

“How can you be sure of this? He is unpredictable and psychotic, you need proof. How far would he go?” 

“The na-baron is vulnerable. He craves praise and pain. He knows that I will provide that, so yes, I am sure that I can control him and he will go where I tell him to. I know what motivates him and I know how to get him to do what I want him to do, don’t insult my knowledge of my betrothed. I have had one purpose all these years and I would not risk failing Reverend Mother,” I pause, “You said assurances, what else does she need an assurance on?”  

“She needs to know the bloodline is secured.” 

“Now? The baron has us in separate rooms and is watching our every move. He-” 

“Then find a way around it. If you do not secure the bloodline tonight, then Reverend Mother will send me again and I will do it myself.” I hear the threat that it is. I still my face, ensuring she cannot figure out my reaction. 

“Understood. I will send a message to Reverend Mother to inform her when it is done. You will not be required to return. A daughter?” I know the answer but with the changes with my family I must ensure this doesn’t go against any plans; she nods in response.  

“You will have to complete the test yourself if you succeed.” 

“I understand.” 

Nyla and Becca have stopped up ahead and I can see that I will be stepping out to join the baron any moment. Before I step too far away from her, she speaks again, her voice raised, “You do know what he did to his mother, don’t you? How he killed her in cold blood?” I hear the mocking in her voice, like she thinks she’ll scare me.  

“Of course I do,” I stop my steps but don’t face her again, “I’m the one who told him to do it.” I walk away from her, stepping past my maids, out onto the balcony to join the Baron. I lift my hood, not dissimilar to the cloak that Lady Fenring was wearing, to shield me from the sun.  There is a chair placed next to the baron, placing me lower than him but with a perfect view of the arena. “My Lord Baron.” I greet him with a bow.  

“Lady Atreides.” He indicates towards the chair, and I take my seat. “This is your first time seeing him perform, is it not?”  

“It is. I am… intrigued,” I have heard many stories of his brutality in the arena but I’m certain none of them will compare to the real thing.  

“Does it not bother you that the soldiers are members of your own house?” He asks, sounding as though he wants to scare me.  

“On the contrary, my lord baron, all the more reason to look forward to it. The last ties to the Atreides House, severed.” I hear a loud voice calling Feyd’s name as a set of doors on the other side of the arena open to reveal him in his armour. Cheers erupt from the audience as the crowd chants his name.  

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The Notes (Hannibal/Will)

Description: Y/N finds proof that Will is cheating on her with Hannibal.

Word Count:1,804

Author’s note: I am going to C2E2 tomorrow to meet Mads and Hugh so I will not be posting a pic tomorrow. I will post another one later today that will be for tomorrow.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw the note, well notes that Hannibal and Will had been writing to each other. They weren’t just friendly notes that just friends write to fill each other in on how life was going. They were notes that lovers wrote to each other that told a story. A story of what they did and wanted to do to each other when they saw each other again. Her eyes skimmed the words that Will, her husband, wrote to Hannibal.

He was in love with him and though she tried to push it in the back of her head, she always knew. She always knew that she would never be good enough for him or like Hannibal for that matter. And Hannibal loved him back. Of course he did. This wasn’t something that was in her head. This was real life and she was reading it on paper.

Tears streamed down her face as she realized that Will was lying to her. Will had told her that it was in the past and that he didn’t love Hannibal like that. She was hesitant to believe him but she did. Now she just felt stupid. This man who was confirmed to be the killer and was in jail for it came into their life and fucked up their marriage. She knew that love didn’t have options and that it wasn’t a choice but lying was and that’s all her husband did to her. “Maybe you shouldn’t go, Will. It’s been three years.” She said to him as they sat in bed talking about how Jack came by and told him there were more murders and that he needed his help.

Y/N hated Jack too. He was a part of the issue and that led her husband in the arms of Hannibal Lecter. Y/N wanted to be a supporting wife but couldn’t be when she knew that if he left he would be right back in Hannibal’s arms. So when he left she searched the place for any sort of evidence that gave into her thoughts or proved her wrong. Sadly, she wasn’t proven wrong, she was proven right. Some of the notes were from when Will was in jail all those years ago and some were from recently. They all said the same thing, just written differently. Her husband was in love with someone else. 

When the Red Dragon found out that Will had a wife he was more than eager to take the one thing that he loved away from him. But like Y/N, he didn’t realize that his wife was just a pawn. Y/N thought about letting him kill her just to teach Will a lesson. See if Will even cared for her at all or if he just acted like he did. Would he cry when she died? Would he regret what he did? Would he realize that he made the biggest mistake of his life? It was tempting but she couldn’t let that happen. So as she lays in the hospital wounded Will is by her side holding her hand and praying that she’s okay.

She was but once she opened her eyes and saw him sleeping in the chair beside her, she had a whole new outcome on the situation. She squeezed his hand to let him know she was awake. He jumped up a bit and gave a heartful smile to her that gave her butterflies. She loved that smile, god she loved that smile but it didn’t feel real. “I’m so glad. You’re okay.” He told her with tears in his eyes.

She wondered if those tears were for her or for the guilt that he felt for everything he did and caused. “I shouldn’t have gone. This is all my fault.” He said through tears. She looked at him. He was right, it was his fault. All of it, everything. He put her in danger all because he was in love with Hannibal and couldn’t stay away. So as he lies to her, she lies to him. “No it wasn’t. Jack was the one that approached you with the case. You were just doing your job.” She said and squeezed his hand again. The small smile she gave him was as good as she could. She couldn’t conjure up a real smile. Maybe it was the physical pain or the mental pain. 

Her and the dogs were back safe at the house and it seemed as if that was all Will could ever ask for. He looked so happy to have his family back and okay. She almost thought it was real, but then remembered everything else. He leaned down and kissed her. He kissed her like he loved her and that she was the only thing in the world that mattered. Those kisses were the best. They were full of life and love. But in the back of her mind the kiss was just a coverup to distract her from everything. She figured that Will knew that she wasn’t happy and that she might catch on. He wasn’t aware though that she did in fact catch on. But she kissed him back, playing into his game. What they didn’t know couldn’t hurt them. 

Will was gone again and told her it would be the last time. The last time he worked a case, the last time he would see Hannibal. She almost laughed in his face. She knew that there wouldn’t ever be a last time. In 3 more years something would come up and Jack would be back at their doorstep asking Will for help and Will would agree, not to be helpful but to see Hannibal. His one true love.

She sat at the kitchen with a glass of wine as she read the notes they wrote to each other over and over again. She memorized every line and every word that they said to each other. Poetic really she thought. Hannibal really did have a way with words. She stopped crying days ago about it. Realizing that tears weren’t going to help. She got up from the table and left all the notes scattered about and the wine glass too. She put on some shoes and left the house. She was going to find them and catch them in the act. She was going to scream at Will and confront him for lying to her.

She was driving way above the speed limit but didn’t care. Will had told her where he would be with Hannibal and she went there. As she was driving she heard shooting. If she wasn’t so mad and in her head she probably would have freaked out. She parked her car and got out and walked to where the noise was. From a distance she could see her husband and Hannibal jump out of the van that was tipped over. She watched as Hannibal walked up to a police car and pulled the body out of the car and got in. Will had also got in the car making her quickly run back to her car to follow them.

She didn’t wanna make it too obvious that she was following them so when Hannibal pulled into this nice huge place she had kept driving but pulled into another place. She got out of the car and walked in the direction of the house. She knew that she would catch them in the act and maybe more. She wasn’t worried about them seeing her anymore. As she neared the house she heard a gunshot. She jumped for a second startled by the noise and wondered if it came from that house. Did Hannibal kill Will? She wondered as she walked faster to the house. She wasn’t worried if that was the case or if it was the other way around. She was tired of feeling like that when he wasn’t even in love with her, probably never was. She reached the house just in time and walked through the door quietly as she heard noises. She let out a silent gasp as she watched Hannibal and Will fight another man, together.

The guy looked familiar to her but she couldn’t place where. She saw that her husband was deeply wounded as was Hannibal. They were on the patio and she watched with wide eyes. Will had a knife in this other man’s stomach and slashed it vertically through his abdomen like Hannibal did to him years ago. If she wasn't shocked by the scene she would have laughed. The irony in that. Hannibal tore out a part of this guy’s throat with his teeth and Hannibal fell off his back and onto the ground. The guy fell too and looked at Will. Hannibal got to his feet and went over to Will.

Y/N walked closer to watch as Will took his hand and clung onto him by the edge of what she presumed was a cliff. They were hugging each other and almost kissed a few times. What stopped them? She didn’t understand why they didn't kiss. That would have been the perfect moment to kiss. “See. This is all I've ever wanted for you, Will. For the both of us.” Hannibal said, looking down at the man. “It’s beautiful.” Will said. They both looked at each other and finally kissed. Will had kissed Hannibal like he kissed his wife the day she came home from the hospital. Her eyes were dry as she watched. No longer feeling any emotion. She watched as they kissed passionately.

Like two lovers that finally got their chance. Which they did. Y/N walked onto the patio and towards them slowly. She didn’t make a sound as she stared at them having their moment. She didn’t stop walking and with everything in her body, all her anger, all her hurt and sadness she had managed to push them off the cliff. She didn’t even look as they fell from the cliff and ended up in the sea. She didn’t care if they were alive or dead. She stared at her wedding ring and all the good memories from their marriage popped in her head. All the kisses, the love, the laugh, the good times before Hannibal came along hit her like a brick. She shed a single tear and slipped off the ring. Without a second thought or hesitation she threw the ring off the cliff. She closed her eyes and gave a deep breath before looking over the cliff. She didn’t see anything but the body of water. No ring, No bodies, No Hannibal or Will. She looked one last time before turning around and walking away, leaving all the memories of her and Will, whether it was good or bad, she left them and the lies behind.  

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injury - aurelien tchouameni.

requested by - anon.

request - hey its me the anon that asked for the aurel fic... so basically hes injured and out for two months (😭😭) can you do him and reader using that time to catch up and do couple stuff coz back then he's too busy to do allat. just giving out ideas if you dont want to write it its fine. thank you for writing for aurel tho love you sm (😭🤍🤍🤍)

“ow, ow, ow,” aurelien winced, climbing out of bed to try and make it to the kitchen. his groans of pain made you stir in bed and when you sat up, you could see the frustration in his eyes.

“baby, the doctor said you have to rest. where are you going?”

he turned at the sound of your voice and sighed as he felt completely defeated. lying back, he rested his head against the pillow as he muttered, “i wanted to make you breakfast.”

you laughed at his words and sat up, grabbing your nightgown from the bedside table. “aurelien, you’re hurt. if anything, i should be making you breakfast.”

aurelien grabbed his matching nightgown, something that he was adamant you both brought a couple months ago.

“what are you doing?”

“i want to come with you,” he replied, but you could tell just by looking at him that he was in pain. you sighed, pushing hin lightly back down onto the bed and pecking his lips. “relax, anjo.”

he rolled his eyes in a joking manner, leaving you to go and make breakfast for the two of you.

+

you knew aurelien was slowly losing his mind being in the house 24/7, so you had decided to book a trip away to france, where you both grew up.

“have you got the passports?”

“for the last time, everything’s sorted.”

aurelien picked at his fingernails as you both sat on the chairs, waiting for your flight to begin boarding. you grabbed his hand to stop him from doing the habit he had picked up ever since his injury.

“what’s wrong, anjo?”

he sighed as he looked into your eyes. “i’m just happy we’re getting to spend more time together.”

the smile on your face was wide as you rubbed circles on his skin, “i’m glad too, aurelien.”

it said your flight was boarding so you both walked up to the walkway, hand in hand as you got ready to board to france.

+

“he’s okay, i think he’s just going a bit crazy. football has been part of life forever, and well now he has to wait.”

your sister gave a sympathetic smile to you whilst aurelien kicked a ball outside with your niece. she loved aurelien and when she found out about his injury, she was bummed as well.

the pair of them always played football whilst he was back in france, so now he couldn’t keep up, she was sad.

“how’s your leg?”

“sore. that’s why i’m using this one.”

aurelien kicked the ball back to her with his okay leg, and she caught it in her hands. “do you love aunty y/n?”

he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “of course i do, mon petit champion.” she smiled at the nickname before resting on the grass with aurelien.

“are you going to marry her?”

he was taken aback. of course he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but aurelien had never really gave much thought to how you’d spend your future together.

looking at you through the glass screen, aurelien knew then and there he was going to marry you. he just wasn’t sure when.

“of course i am.”

+

the muffins were in the oven and now you were both home, things had gone fast. aurelien had been back to training but he was taking it slow.

he seemed to have cheered up a lot so you were making his favourite muffins to take with him to work tomorrow.

“they smell amazing, anjo.”

his arms wrapped around your waist from behind as he kissed your head, taking a lick of the spoon that you had used to stir the mix.

aurelien loved you like this.

all messy and worn out from doing baking.

“i was talking to cassie the other week.” at the mention of your niece you turned around, wondering now what they spoke about. “and?”

“she asked when we were going to get married.”

at the mention of marriage, you laughed a little. of course you wanted to get married and the fact your niece told him made you chuckle.

but his face fell at your laughs. “what, you don’t want to get married?”

“no, of course i do. i just can’t believe a nine year old was talking about marriage with you.”

“well that’s good, because…”

aurelien trailed off, hand feeling around his pocket to find the ring he had brought the other day. he dropped to one knee in front of you, grabbing your hand.

“aurelien, what are you doing?”

“these past couple of weeks, you’ve shown me that i want to spend the rest of my life with you. you’ve taken care of me whilst i’ve been hurt and you paid for a trip to france so i could see my family. you’re my world. my moon and stars.”

tears formed in your eyes as you looked down at him. “my knee’s kinda hurting,” he chuckled and you laughed too, pulling him up. “of course i’ll marry you. i love you too, baby.”

“let’s call cassie and tell her the good news.”

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Chapter 6: Exclusive...Friends

Note: Hello! Once again thanks for all of the amazing support and love! Writing this story is so fun because of you all! I love seeing everyone interact with it and leave me replies and messages. I am also so glad that you guys like Charlotte! I plan to have the next chapter out tomorrow. Hope you enjoy! <3 WARNING: A little explicit? Kinda. Not really. MDNI

The woman squints her eyes in confusion, looking between Lip and the phone. “I…what?” 

Lip scrubs a hand down his face, trying to calm the insecure thoughts already swirling around in his head. “Boyfriend at home?” His nerves only get worse when she doesn’t immediately respond, instead placing her phone down on his dresser tilting her head at him, offering him an innocent look. Face down. Karen used to do that shit. “Well?”

“Phillip, if I had a boyfriend I would tell you. I would’ve told you.” Charlotte says, hugging herself. Her rose petal lips pulled down into a frown, “Are you seriously mad that I answered my phone? You’re the one who told me to answer.”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ know I did-”

“Stop cursing at me.”

“I’m not cursing at you-”

“Okay, so what are you cursing at? Why are you acting like this, weren’t we having a good time?” Charlotte nods her head toward the door, gesturing for Lip to pull it shut. The blond curses one more time before tugging the door closed and moving to sit on his bed, breathing a little bit better when she sits next to him. “I don’t get what I did wrong.”

The guilt washes over Lip like a wave. He’s pissed at himself for not just listening to Ian and staying downstairs while she made her call. It’s none of his damn business who she’s on the phone with. Even if he feels like it is, it’s not Charlotte’s fault he has fucking issues. “Nothing, You didn't do anything, baby, my bad. Fuck, I need a smoke.” He climbs over the bed, pushing the window open and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to the girl absently, feeling her watching his every move carefully. “Want one?”

Charlotte’s frown goes even deeper. She shrugs spitefully, flipping her hair over shoulder. “Okay. Fine. Gimme one.” 

Lip looks over to her in shock, snapping out of his jealous, guilt filled haze and realizing she’d just accepted a cigarette from him. She’s staring back at him with a challenge on her face, white cigarette between her pink lips. He raises one eyebrow at her, accepting her challenge, pulling his lighter from his pocket.

The pair stare at each other for a moment, stuck in a limbo, each refusing to break. Silence is filling the room, the only sound is muffled music filtering in from downstairs and cars going by outside. Lip breaks the stalemate, unable to hold back his snicker at the fact that Charlotte is holding the wrong way. Her eyes drop to his hand, seeing how he’s holding his and she flips it, mumbling a ‘shut up’ placing it back in between her lips. 

His laughter stops immediately when she snatches the lighter from him, her manicured nails struggling to try to force the stick to light. “Fuck, Charlotte-” Lip’s snatches the cigarette from her lips, snapping it in half between his fingers and tossing it outside before shoving the pack into his drawer, never grabbing one for himself. Grabbing her chin with his thumb and pointer finger, he pulls her face closer, “You don’t use those, understand me?” 

“You don’t get mad at me out of nowhere, for no reason.” she pouts. “Understand me?” 

“Heard.”

“Good.” She chirps, moving away from the window and laying down on her back in his bed, brightness quickly returning to her brown eyes. “Me too. Heard.”

Lip laughs again, even more of the tension that had filled his body in the last few minutes dissipates as he slips down onto the bed too, laying next to her and staring up at the ceiling. “You wanna sound like me or somethin’ now?”

“What? Why would I wanna do that? You’re full of yourself, Phillip Gallagher.” she hums.

“Yeah?” he asks, as he turns lightly to send his fingers into her sides, tickling her briefly before tugging her on top of him to straddle his hips, his hands resting on hers. He feels the room fill with the sound of her laughter, forcing his own smile to form. As their chuckles settle and Charlotte stays on top of him, resting her weight Lip thinks about how good this moment is. Her hands falling softly into his curls, fingers running through his curls, she’s looking down at him with an expression he doesn’t think he’s ever seen before. He wants more of it. He loves it.

It’s not even sexual, this moment, him rubbing his thumbs along her hips where her shirt had ridden up and her pants low…okay maybe it’s a little sexual. He’s still a man and this hot girl was sitting her ass on his dick, he’s not a saint. But it wasn’t about how badly he wants to fuck her. Even though he really…really does.

Lip is more focused on how she wasn’t punishing him. He’d been an ass, no matter how fast he snapped out of it. And she didn’t storm out. She didn’t start ignoring him. She was still here. They hadn’t even talked about it, but she wasn’t withholding affection, or trying to distract him with sex. She was giving him soft touches. Charlotte is soft. It makes Lip want to be. Caresses over his jaw, and hair, a patient look, waiting for him to explain what was bothering him. It felt safe to. 

“I uh…” he tries, bringing his own hand up to lightly push his knuckle into her dimple, letting out a breath when she leans into his touch. “I uh, don’t want you fuckin’ with anyone else, alright? I know we’re not really together or anything, and we’re doing your whole ‘friends’ thing but-”

“Okay.” Charlotte says softly. “I won’t. You won’t either, right?” 

Blue eyes stare up into brown and a beat passes. “I won’t.”

“Yay.” she hums quietly, a gentle smile is all he gets to see before she leans down on him completely, burrowing her face into his neck, her hair tickling his skin. 

Lip chuckles, turning his head and kissing her behind her ear and then again on the cheek before flipping them over so he’s on top of her, nudging her hands off of her face. “Yeah? You shy now?”

“Stop it.”

“C’mon, bunny, look at me.” he teases, leaning his forehead against hers. “‘M’sorry, I still gotta ask.”

Charlotte looks up at him, biting her bottom lip. “That was my best friend from home on the phone.”

“Yeah? She okay?”

She sweeps her thumb over his cheek. “Yeah,” she looks away. “He is.”

“Fuckin’ knew it.”

“And while I’m being honest, we used to date.” she blurts, squeezing her eyes shut.”

“Charlotte.” he all but growls, guiding her face to look back at his. “He know about me?”

“Of course, he does!”

“Yeah?” Lip asks. When the girl nods he takes another breath before nodding, wetting his lips. “Okay.”

“Glad that’s settled.” she smiles, pulling the blond down again so their lips can meet. A sweet exchange of kisses turns into a heated makeout as Lip feels along her body, fully settling down on top of her. He slowly drags her shirt up her sides as he starts kissing along her neck, the sound of her sighing in his ear.

Lip pushes their lips back together, groaning when she pushes her hips against his grabbing her thigh with the hand that isn’t gripping the fabric of her shirt, exposing her pink bra. The two of them continue to rock against each other as he goes back to her neck, sucking on the skin and dragging it between his teeth. 

The music from downstairs fully stops and suddenly the only noises in the room are the old bed creaking lightly under their movements, their heavy breathes, and Charlotte’s intermittent whimpers.

“Lottie!” V’s voice calls from downstairs. “Come on, we’re leaving!”

Charlotte drags Lip back to her lips, kissing him deeply one more time, giggling when he mumbles against her mouth, ‘no no no, stay.’

“My daughter’s got 15 seconds to be down here before I come up there and kick your ass Gallagher!” Kev slurs, his voice booming through the house.

“If he wakes Liam up I’ll fuckin’ kill him.” Lip jokes, climbing off of Charlotte and adjusting himself before helping her off the bed.

She pats his cheek and then holds out her hand, letting him intertwine their fingers. “He means well. Am I,” she smiles sheepishly, “gonna see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, ‘course you are.” He grins. 

“Twelve! Thirteen!”

“I’m coming!” she yells, smiling at Lip one last time before leaving the room. 

Lip closes the door again, wincing when he goes to sit, looking down at his pants. “Fuck.” he grunts, grabbing his stuff to shower, pausing at the door when he hear’s Kev yell, ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS ON YOUR FUCKING NECK?!’ and deciding to just deal with his situation behind the safe, locked door of his room.

Charlotte yawns as she struggles to force herself awake, scrunching her nose up as she feels something heavy and warm on her face. “Ugh, off, have to pee.” she whines, shoving Lip’s muscled arm off of her face. The man just grumbles behind her, kicking her in her butt as she stands, chuckling lowly as she squeaks before rolling over to face the other way. “Dick.”

She rifles through his drawer before finding a pair of pajama pants she’s comfortable with stealing, pulling them on and drawing the strings tight to her waist, his shirt already drooping off of her shoulder. The girl stumbles out of the room groggily, mumbling and whining to herself about being tired, going to the bathroom and then deciding to go downstairs and help get Fiona started.

This is how she spends most of her days off recently. Either waking up in the Gallagher house or waking up with a Gallagher in her bed. It has been about 3 weeks since she and Lip had decided to be exclusive…friends. They’ve been taking things both crazily fast, and horribly slow. They talk on and off all day, spending most mornings together, and almost every night. They visit each other at work, Lip stopping by the sport’s bar whenever he can, Charlotte going to either the construction site, or the Alibi with Lip. He absolutely refuses to take her back to the college campus with him, unless college campus with him because all the guys looking at her pissed him off and frankly he was terrified of an old professor coming over and telling him what a shithead he was before he got kicked out. 

But they were going slow. Maybe too slow for Charlotte, definitely too slow for Lip. Making out became more frequent for them. Her on his lap in Kev’s car, him on top of her in his bed, rolling their hips together on the couch. But Charlotte had drawn a line in the sand. Breaking away from his embrace and panting against his lips, “I only have sex when I’m in a relationship. M’sorry.”

Lip would argue that they are in one, but when he looks down into those earnest brown eyes, he can’t help but try to please her. Kissing her temple and telling her, ‘nothing to be sorry about’ as he tries to shift into a position where his dick isn’t pushing at her. 

Charlotte hops down the stairs with light footsteps, starting the coffee before bending over and pulling out a pan to start making french toast, eggs and bacon.

“Well, good morning.” a voice slurs behind her. 

Charlotte all but leaps out of her skin, screaming and whipping around, pushing herself against the counter. “Oh shit” she gasps, “Frank! When did you get back?”

“Stop yelling, and pour me some coffee, will you?” The man grumbles. “Who do you belong to again?”

“God.” she breathes, grabbing a mug. Quick footsteps come down the stairs, Mickey turning the corner and finding Charlotte in the kitchen with a dirty, disheveled Frank.

He scowls, deeply, standing between the two, “He fuckin’ with you, princess?” 

“No.” Charlotte sighs, passing Mickey and Frank both mugs. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Did I wake Ian too?”

“Now,” Frank begins, “I thought you belonged to the red one.”

The two continue to ignore the older man, Mickey slipping into a seat and Charlotte starting to fry the bacon. “Nah, Gallaghers can sleep through anything. Dead to the world ‘til they're ready to get up. Besides, I wore his ass out.”

“Ugh, Mickey!”

“What? Thought we were bondin’ or some shit. Lip’s sleepin’ pretty soundly up there.”

Charlotte giggles to herself, placing a finished piece of bacon on the plate, huffing when Frank snatches it before stumbling into the living room. 

Before long Fiona comes tiredly, staggering in. Pointing at Frank laid out on the floor irritably and choosing to ignore him, stepping over his body and going into the kitchen. “Mornin’, Mr.  and Mrs. Gallagher, your husbands still asleep?”

Mickey simply raises his middle finger to the girl, as Charlotte passes her the first plate. “You’re just grumpy because you’re tired. Eat. Sleep. I’ll help out until you get up.”

Fiona offers her a sleepy smile, taking a bite of french toast. “You’re my favorite. Tell V I was very mean to you and tried to stop you from shacking up with my brother every other night, will you.”

“I’ll even fake cry.”

“Too much, she’ll kick my ass.”

A couple more minutes and the rest of the Gallagher children begin to filter down at the smell of food, Liam on Debbie’s hip, Ian sleepily dropping into the seat next to Mickey, the latter not even flinching as his boyfriend’s head falls onto his shoulder roughly. 

Lip goes straight toward the kitchen, wrapping his arm around Charlotte’s waist and rubbing his face against her jaw before pulling her close, “Kiss me.” he rasps, his voice still filled with sleep. 

Charlotte ignores the smug smile on his face as she pushes up on her toes, pushing their lips together and obscuring them from his family’s view with her hand, slapping Lip’s chest with the other when he squeezes her ass. 

The younger Gallagher’s (and Fiona) boo at the sound of lips smacking and Charlotte quickly goes back to cooking as Lip flips them off, grabbing the coffee she’d made him. 

Everyone starts making their plates, shuffling in and out, crowding the kitchen. The space is small and the pan was already getting really hot, so it’s no wonder bacon grease pops. Lip’s eyes shoot open at the feminine yelp, Charlotte’s whimper as she clutches her hand causes him to rush back over, grabbing her wrist to inspect her hand. “Damn it, can you guys give her some damn space? Shit.”

“Phillip-” she whines, her bottom lip wobbling, “It hurts.” 

The blond man sighs, pulling her over to the sink, “I know, I know, stop whining, bunny.” He turns on the cold water and watches her hand closely, instructing Carl to get ointment from upstairs and Debbie to tell V and Kev breakfast was ready. “Gotta be more careful.” he winces as if it’s his own hand that had been burned.

“Is it gonna leave a mark?” she asks, eyeing the small burn. 

“Nah, it’ll be okay, see?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss next to the injury. 

Charlotte’s frown stays in place but she nods as Lip pushes his thumb into her cheek. She grumbles about helping Liam get changed and Fiona get to bed before taking two of his siblings upstairs. Lip watches her go up before taking a bite out of the bacon on his plate, going to cover hers so her food would stay hot when he feels an unwanted hand land on his shoulder.

“You’re spoiling her son.”

Knocking Frank’s hand off, Lip grabs his own plate and Charlotte’s moving to the table. “Shut the hell up, Frank.”

“You keep acting like that and she’ll think this thing is permanent. You don’t want that. Girls like that have expectations, son.”

“God, stop talking, Frank.” Ian groans, pushing away from the table, putting his and Mickey’s plates in the sink and gesturing for his boyfriend to follow him upstairs. “First shower.”

Frank’s gray brows furrow. “He used to be so sweet before he started up with that thug. Believe me son, girls like that require too much maintenance. Cut your losses.”

“Maybe I know how to treat my woman, Frank.” Lip replies smugly, finishing off his coffee. “And how to get her to stick around too.” 

Frank recoils at the implication. “My Monica is way more complex than your, Lottie-”

“Thank God.”

“And-! I know women like her, they wrestle you down into the prison that is monogamy, drain your money and demand all your time in exchange for some two and a half spoiled kids, mediocre meals, and a pretty face to look at during missionary sex-”

Lip is shooting out of his seat and punching Frank in the face before his father can see him coming. He watches in disgust as Frank slumps to the floor, shaking his hand out. He turns around to see V and Kev standing in the doorway, both of them shrugging and stepping over the elderly man.

“Debbie said breakfast is ready?”

“Are you done?” 

Lip looks down to the half-smoked cigarette in his hand and sighs, flicking it to the ground and stepping on it. “Yeah, baby.”

“Kay!” she chirps, turning the corner again and smiling up at Lip expectantly. 

Lip smirks down at her, seeing her breath in the cold air as she speaks and tugging her close, grabbing the ends of her open jacket and zipping it to her neck. “Tryin’ to fuckin’ kill yourself to look cute or somethin’”

“Alan wants us to leave our jackets open when we’re out front so customers can still see our uniforms.” 

Lip clenches his jaw as he reminds himself he promised not to do anything to jeopardize her job again, even though he thinks he should take a bat to Alan’s car windows. “Yeah fuck that, he’s not gonna be the reason you get sick.” Satisfied that he’s properly bundled her up he grabs her hand and starts walking, she only gets so long for her break. “So uh…what’s this Christmas surprise you were so excited to give me?”

Charlotte grins in excitement, clutching her purse tighter with her free hand and shaking her head, dark ponytail bouncing from side to side. “You have to wait until we get to the park, I wanna fully see your reaction.”

“The park, huh? So it’s not you naked with only a bow? Because I told you not to get me anything other than that.”

She rolls her eyes, nudging his shoulder. “You got me something. And won’t let me have it until Christmas day…”

“Yeah, well I’m supposed to.” He says, “Would you still want me if I didn’t get you a Christmas present?” he jokes.

Charlotte tucks her head down a little as they cross into the park. “Yes.” she says quietly.

Lip pauses, pulling her to a stop and looking at her. I know, he thinks, leaning in and biting her cheek lightly, rolling his eyes at her dramatic ‘ow’. “Stop being so fuckin’ cute then.” 

As they sit on the bench, Charlotte’s energy shifts, she faces him, looking nervous. “Okay, so there’s a good gift, and then news you might not love.” 

“Okay.” He says, sitting and waiting patiently.

Charlotte produces two white envelopes from her purse, one with a red bow on the top and the other plain, holding them both in front of Lip. “Present” she says, waving the one with the bow, “Neutral news.” she waves the other. “Pick which one you want first.”

“Are you red pill blue pilling my ass?” he chuckles.

“What? What the hell is that?”

“Nothing baby, lemme get the bad news first. Might as well get it over with-” He pauses when she snatches the plain envelope away.

“Sorry, I got nervous. Open the good one.” she hands him the envelope with the bow, her smile returning as she watches him rip it open and two slips of paper fall out. “Tada!”

Lip turns one of the pieces of paper over, reading it closely, his eyebrows shooting up. Chicago Museum of Science and Industry. His mouth opens and closes as he tries to find the words to express how he feels, failing miserably. 

The Chicago Museum of Science. 12 years ago, a teacher had summoned Monica and Frank to the school, begging them to stimulate his brain more. They’d told them that he was incredibly bright. Genius level under the right development. That maybe he’d be less destructed if he was challenged more intellectually. That the process starts in the home. His parent’s egos had been stroked and so they were pretty fuckin’ excited to announce in the bar they had him and Fiona sleeping in that night that their son was a, in Frank’s words, ‘goddamned genius who can think circles around you drunk peons and would use his big ass brain to think them out of the hood’. They saw an ad about the museum in a newspaper outside and declared they were going to take him. Lip had been excited to say the least. They got him up, got him ready and took him to the bus stop. Where they got high, got into a fight, walked off and forgot Lip for hours. He waited and waited and waited. Fiona eventually came and got him. She rubbed his head that night, telling him it was okay to cry, Daddy wasn’t home yet to see him. Except Lip didn’t feel like crying. He was angry, at fucking Frank. At Monica. At his fucking self for thinking he was going to that stupid fucking awesome museum. It’s not like they hadn’t spent the ticket money that teacher gave them because they’d believed in him so goddamned much on drugs anyway.

Now, 12 years later, Charlotte was rewriting memories for him without even knowing. 

“I know you’re probably way more advanced in all that science-y stuff than the exhibits here, but some of it looks interesting. And before you say anything it didn’t cost a lot and I already got Kev to agree to let us use his car but you have to drive because for some reason he doesn’t trust me to and I have to work a couple shifts at The Alibi for free but that’s okay-”

I love you.

Lip’s eyes widen in panic as that thought goes through his mind. He can’t…that’s not…he can’t think that. Not yet.

He immediately tries to distract himself, pulling Charlotte into a deep kiss that only makes the thought swirl in his mind on repeat. When he finally lets her catch her breath, he cups her cheeks again, looking at her intensely. “Thank you, bunny. I love…I love it.”

She smiles widely at him, her cheeks still mushed in his hands, “We’re going at the end of the week. It’s gonna be so fun, Phillip.”

“Yeah it fuckin’ is, shit, I gotta get another brochure so we can see the cool shit.”

“Aw, you’re such a planner.” she teases, squeaking when he pulls her legs over his lap and tugs her closer. 

“Okay, now gimme the other one.” he says, a small smile still on his face.

Charlotte bites her lip, clutching the other envelope. “It’s gonna kill the mood.”

“I thought you said it’s neutral news.”

“It’s good but bad, but not that bad. Hey-” Charlotte tries to snatch the envelope back as Lip snatches it, turning away and blocking her hands as she tries to grab it back. “Phillip-”

“Might as well get it over with.” he says, tearing at the paper, pulling out another folded piece of paper. “You better not have gotten me anything else.” Lip laughs, unfolding the paper and beginning to read. Charlotte shifts uncomfortably under the silence.

“Phillip?” she tries, leaning forward trying to catch his eyes, but they’re glued to the paper. “Phillip.”

“It’s uh,” he clears his throat, reading the paper again as if it was the most complex reading he’s ever done. “A plane ticket to Virginia.”

“Yeah, but see, it’s set after when we’ll go to the museum.”

“Yeah almost right fuckin’ after.” hurt fills his blue eyes as he shakes his head in disbelief.  Charlotte’s stomach clenches at the look on his face. 

“Kev and V helped me pay for the rest of it. I’m gonna get to see my parents.” she says in a small voice.

“Okay,” he says incredulously. “But why is it a fucking one-way?”