#i’m sure the Pool Neighbors will continue to throw loud as hell parties

[colorisbyshe]

hatred won today (said joyfully)

[let-it-raines]

I Hope We Never See October (6/?)

When his personal life and football career go up in flames, Killian Jones escapes England for America, finding seclusion in Martha’s Vineyard in order to hide from his demons. It’s a fresh start, or at the very least a paused moment in his life, and all he needs is a few months alone to allow his heart to heal. He doesn’t count on meeting Emma Swan.

Emma’s life depends on tourists who come to the island every summer. It’s how she makes her money working in restaurants and clubs across the vineyard, but every year, she cannot wait until autumn comes and her life returns to normal. She especially cannot wait for Killian Jones to leave.

Rating: Mature

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August

“I come bearing food.”

No one responds, and Emma knows there has to be at least five people in this house. And while David and Mary Margaret live in a really nice place thanks to Mary Margaret’s dad, it’s not so big that no one can hear her when she walks in the front door.

“Hello?” she repeats, shifting the bags of food in her arms. She’s got approximately eight hundred pounds of appetizers in her car, and she needs help carrying them in. “Hello, it’s me, the lowly caterer. Should I have used a separate entrance than the front, or is someone as lowly as me allowed to use that one? What if the neighbors see?”

Still, no answer, and Emma walks down the hallway until she’s in the kitchen. Every inch of the countertop is covered with food, drinks, cutlery, and the works. It’s an organized mess, much like Mary Margaret herself, and Emma puts the bags she’s carrying on the kitchen table before looking out the window to the pool.

“Oh my God,” she whispers to herself. “Like, oh my God.”

Killian Jones is standing on the pool house roof with what looks like garland or bubble lights or some kind of string object, and David is standing below him to...catch him. It looks like David is there to catch Killian.

Emma pushes open the French double doors and steps outside. “What the hell is happening here?”

Killian drops one of the strings he’s holding, causing David to move to catch it, and Emma swears she sees Killian’s life flash before her eyes before he catches himself on the flattest part of the roof.

“Bloody hell, Swan,” he gasps, out of breath, “warn a man.”

“Consider yourself warned.” She closes the door behind her and crosses her arms over her chest. It’s ridiculously hot out today, and she can already feel the sweat gathering down her back and underneath her bikini top. “What are you doing here so early?”

“Ah, well,” Killian starts as he picks up the dropped string of lights and starts adjusting them again, “I ran into Dave here at the market, we got to talking, and since I had nothing else to do, I’ve agreed to risk my life to hang his lights.”

“He’s more nimble than I am,” David says, like that explains all of this.

“Trust me, mate, Emma knows that.”

“Oh my God,” Emma whispers to herself as Killian and David keep talking, not paying her any attention.

Emma opens the door back and steps inside, away from the madness. She doesn’t know what’s happening out there, and she doesn’t want to know. Some things are better left not talked about or questioned, and this is definitely one of those things. She knows her friends all know Killian. The night at the bar where he met Mary Margaret and Ruby really snowballed things, and it’s fine. It is. She swears it’s fine. Except.

Except, well, they usually never meet the people she’s sleeping with. They’ve met her boyfriends, if only because it was nearly impossible to keep them away after so long, and they liked...Graham. They really liked Graham, not so much the others, and Emma feels the exact same way. But her casual flings, like with Killian, her friends don’t meet them. They don’t meet them, and they really don’t invite them to their big almost end of summer parties. They don’t ask them to help hang they string lights and get ice. She bets they asked him to get ice.

What is happening?

This is…this is a lot, and Emma doesn’t know how to feel about it.

She doesn’t know how to feel about a lot of things, mostly Killian Jones, but there are other things included in there. Those things just aren’t quite so in her face.

Shit.

When Mary Margaret invited him to the party a few weeks ago, Emma was fine with it. It’s just a party. There are going to be a lot of people here, and what was the harm in inviting one more? Besides, it’s not like she could have said no when Mary Margaret asked. That would have been rude, and despite what a few select people say, Emma is not rude.

Emma picks at a grape on the counter, popping it in her mouth, and then gets another one as she watches David and Killian outside. Killian takes another string of lights from David and hooks them over a nail on the roof.

He’s different from her past few flings. They’re usually as big of a mess as she is, and while she assumes Killian is as well, she doesn’t know enough about him to truly know. They’ve got a pretty good deal with their one personal question of the day thing. She knows it’s usually more than that, little things coming out in bed or when he stops by the Blue Dog, but she has comfort in being able to veto any question that gets a little too personal.

If Emma could have a veto in most things in life, it’d be a hell of a lot easier.

Emma grabs another grape and then starts unpacking the food she brought. Mary Margaret must have run to the store to get something else, but Emma knows how she’ll want to arrange things. She’s been to enough Nolan parties to know what happens. If she focuses on this, she’ll be able to ignore the man outside and all the pesky little thoughts in her head.

“Swan,” Killian says from behind her, and Emma lets out a little curse. “What are you doing, love?”

“Helping out in the air conditioning instead of outside.”

He hums and steps up behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist as his scruff scratches her neck. It’s a contrast to the softness of his lips that are running down the side of her throat. Arousal rises in her veins, quick like lightning, and it continues when one of his hands glides down her body and cups her ass as he presses against her.

“Killian,” she whispers, biting her bottom lip, “this is not the place for this.”

“What? Your friends’ kitchen isn’t the place for us to have a little fun?”

“No,” she laughs as she tilts her neck to give him more space, “it’s not. They may know we’re sleeping together, but I don’t think they want to witness it.”

He laughs and twists her around. His fingers skim her collarbone, lifting up the strap of her bikini. “I like this.”

“You’re such a man.” She pushes against his chest and moves away, going back to arranging the charcuterie boards. Multiple. “I’m sorry David roped you into helping. You could have said no.”

“It’s fine. Can I help you in here?”

She wants to say no, to send him back outside, but it might be nice to have company that’s okay sitting in silence with her. The rest of the day is going to be filled with people celebrating the near end of summer, even if it tends to linger for another month midway into September, and Emma could use a little quiet time before the chaos.

“If you could slice those apples for me, that would be great.”

“Aye, love, no problem.”

They work in silence setting up the boards. Killian catches on quickly, copying her arrangements, and eventually Mary Margaret comes home with more fruit and cheese and a car full of hamburger buns. She takes one look at the mess in her kitchen, has a bit of a meltdown, but then Ruby shows up with Mulan and it all starts coming together enough for everything to calm down.

For about five minutes before the neighbors start showing up with their own food and alcohol, and suddenly all the quiet, familiar voices are drowned out by loud new ones. Emma pours herself a glass of lemonade and sinks into a corner of the kitchen before moving outside. It’s miserably hot, the sun warming her skin immediately, but she knows it’ll cool soon. Until then, she finds her spot in a rattan chair in the shade, curling her legs up with her, and she watches as more and more people begin to filter in.

Emma doesn’t know how any two people have this many friends. She keeps a small circle, and they’ve been around for years. She’s slow to trust after spending her entire childhood in foster care, and while she likes to think her past doesn’t define her, she knows sometimes it does. Right now, when she’s cornering herself off while everyone else is having fun, she knows it’s a time where some old demons are knocking at the unlocked door waiting to get in.

She twists the lock and tells them to go away. She doesn’t need this today.

Ruby jumps into the pool, splashing everyone around her, and Emma laughs to herself. Ruby is one of the people that’s allowed in her head, and sometimes when Emma thinks her life is falling apart, she remembers being eighteen years old, desperate for food and a place to stay, and Ruby and Granny taking her in. they gave her a job and a place to stay because Ruby told Granny she would throw a fit if she didn’t take Emma in. So, it was a threat, sure, but it worked.

It’s good. Emma’s life is good. It’s messy and confusing, but it’s good.

Mostly.

Killian walks toward her, tilting his head in question, and she nods, scooting over on the cushion to give him room. Killian takes it, his thigh warm against hers, and then offers her a beer.

“No thanks. Not quite late enough in the day for me to want something to drink. I’ve got to save it all for when David starts telling the bad jokes once he’s finished cooking and can get plastered.” Killian chuckles then puts the bottle down on the grass. “What? You don’t want it either?”

“No.” He wraps his arm around her, letting it lightly fall on her shoulder. His fingertips pull on the ends of her hair, and a shiver runs down her spine. She’s always loved when people play with her hair. “It’s too early for me to be drinking as well. I try to stay away from the stuff when I can.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“Have you now?”

Emma nods and leans a little further into him. She shouldn’t. This all feels a little too couple-like, but she does anyway. “You tend not to drink and when you do, you’re very calculated. You don’t just drink a bunch of wine like I will. It’s almost like you measure it out, literally.”

Killian clicks his tongue and yanks on her hair a little more before he draws his nail over the bare skin of her arm. He doesn’t answer, though. He stays silent, so Emma pulls her legs up and curls into herself while staying next to Killian. Ruby is jumping in the pool again, and Mary Margaret is walking around the pool with a platter of appetizers Emma brought from the Blue Dog.

When Killian still doesn’t answer, Emma decides to change the subject.

“So, tell me, how did you end up being some kind of soccer superstar?”

Killian chuckles and scratches at his chin. “Ah, that’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time. I don’t plan on giving up this chair any time soon. And it’s my one legitimate personal question of the day, so answer or veto.”

His brow raises, like it’s tempting her to take back her statement. She doesn’t. She must be really good at asking the worst questions possible today. They never really talk about what he used to do for a living, mostly because she doesn’t care, but she never thought it would be a sensitive subject. Then again, she should know better. She’s got enough sensitive subjects herself.

She waits for the veto, but it never comes.

“My mum got me into it as something to do after school to keep me active, and I loved it, mostly because Liam, my brother, did it too.” Killian smiles, one of his more genuine ones, and Emma leans back to get a better look at him. She likes the little lines around his eyes much better than the ones around hers. “Long story short, I was bloody good, my father learned there was a way to bet on children’s matches, and he kept me in it to make money. I nearly quit when I found out about it, but then I was too invested in the camps and in training. I loved it, and by some miracle, I ended up being able to do it for a living. I got the dream.”

“So why’d you stop?”

He laughs, but she can tell he finds nothing about this funny, especially when his fingers tighten around her arm. “Well, my brother died, I fell apart, and by professional standards, I was too old to have any kind of time to redeem myself. I nearly drank myself to death, which answers your earlier question, so I’m careful about how much I consume now. That’s actually why I came here...to get away from it all.”

That was...that was much more than Emma was expecting, and she doesn’t know what to say. That’s a common theme in her life. She knows what she feels, but she doesn’t have a damn clue how to express it. So she leans over and wraps her arm around Killian, matching him, and presses up until she can slowly glide her lips over his. It’s soft and sweet, just a taste of how they usually kiss, and she knows it goes against every rule she has for herself.

He’s leaving soon.

This is okay because he’s leaving soon, and when they leave, Emma rarely has to worry about the consequences.

“I wanted to be a ballerina when I was a kid,” she says against his lips, foreheads pressed together. “I never took a class or owned a tutu, but all I wanted was to be able to do the Nutcracker dance because that’s what they did at the community theater. I didn’t have any money as a kid, and I just thought it was the most luxurious thing in the world.”

Emma pulls back. She can’t believe she said any of that, but she did. It’s out there, one tiny piece of the gigantic, five-thousand-piece puzzle that is her life.

“You would have made a hell of a ballerina with those legs of yours, Swan. What an apt last name as well. It could have been a match made in heaven.”

“Ha,” she scoffs, getting up from the chair. “You haven’t seen me dance. Unless it’s, like, in a club where all I really have to do is grind my body on a man, I can’t do it.”

“It’s easy. All you need is a partner who knows what he's doing.”

“And what if I want to be a soloist?”

His brows go up at that. “Well, then you need a teacher because apparently you make a poor excuse for a dancer.”

Killian stands from the chair, and in two quick steps, he’s next to her with his hands on her ass lifting her up. She doesn’t register what’s happening quickly enough for her legs to go dead, and by the time she’s in the air over his shoulder, she doesn’t care enough to fight what’s coming.

It’s a party, she reminds herself, might as well have a good time.

“Get my phone out of my back pocket before you throw me in, would ya?” she asks, and Killian slips his hand in and gets her phone. “Thank you. I’m totally getting back at you for this later.”

Killian stops as Ruby wolf whistles, Mary Margaret gasps, David chuckles, and everyone else starts whispering about whether or not Killian is actually going to throw her in.

He does.

The water is cold at first, like a shock to the system, but by the time she rises to the surface, it’s just the burst of energy that she needed. Killian is sitting at the edge of the water smirking, and yeah, she’s definitely got to get him back for this later.

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[beauty-of-sins]

I hope you warm up to me

College Trissefer. Took me a while but here it is Anon. A dash of Renfi/Triss and Geralt/Jaskier. Hope you guys enjoy it took me quite a while.

Word Count: 5546

Title inspired by: Charlie by Mallrat

And they were roommates  Read on AO3

“I’m Triss Merigold.” the girl said gleefully, her smile full as she greeted her new roommate with an outstretched hand. “You have the most beautiful eyes.”

Yennefer looks at the girl who was a little taller than her, her wavy hair framing her soft face well, and the freckles that were blossoming across her cheeks. Her energy giving off a playful vibe, the type that refuses to slow down. Yennefer could already tell it was going to be a long year.

“Yennefer de Vries.” she said, shaking the offered hand, “ And thank you.” causing Triss to smile even wider.

“Yennefer.” Triss sounded out slowly as if she was tasting it in her mouth, testing the flavor. “I like it!”

Without even asking she takes the bags out of Yennefer hands, walking her to her room. In passing, she was able to see into Triss’s room, seeing that she had already set up most of her things, briefly seeing a couple of stuffed animals on her bed and a drawing pencil on a desk. On the windowsill were several small plants and the walls were plastered with different postures filled with encouraging statements, a rainbow flag hanging proudly on the window.

“You're studying to be a lawyer right?” Triss said, gently placing her things down on her new bed. “I think I’ve heard about you.”

A smirk forms on Yennefer’s face, “I see my reputation proceeds me.”

Triss laughs, “No, Jaskier proceeds you. He always tells everyone about that time you saved him from trouble.”

“You know Jaskier?”

Triss’s eyes twinkling, at the mention of the music major. The junior certainly making an impression during his time at the university.

“Doesn’t everyone?”

Several pings in quick succession sounded throughout the room, disrupting the conversation. Triss pulls out her phone, and reads the message before she chuckles.

“There he is right now.” She looks at Yennefer, “Would you like to come with me?”

Yennefer simply shook her head no, “I’d rather stay here if you don’t mind. I have a lot of things to unpack.”

Triss nods, walking towards the door, “We are going to have a good year, Yennefer!” she says before she leaves giving her one last grin before she is out of sight.

Yennefer said nothing, but gave her a little wave goodbye. She will see about that.

-

It was hell.

Yennefer had woefully underestimated just how social Triss is. Whenever she saw her on campus she was surrounded by people, apparently, one of the founders in the student organization clubs on campus called The Lodge, which she had briefly heard about last year. This meant some of their meetings had to be brought there. However they quickly turned into parties in which she has woken up several times to a nearly destroyed kitchen and several drunk people on their couch. Triss would still be up, taking care of all of them and making sure they got home.

It was exhausting to say the least and was at her wit’s end with it by the end of the week. She has no idea how Triss was getting her studies done while having such a social life. It would have killed her by now. Then, just as quickly as it started, it stopped.

There were no more groups of people in her apartment, no more loud music banging from the walls late at night. Yennefer opens the door one night and sees Triss at the kitchen table, chewing her lips in thought as she tapped a pencil to a forehead, in front of her was a calculator and a worksheet. Triss looked up upon hearing the door open, giving Yennefer a slight nod, before turning back to her work. Yennefer didn’t know what to say at this development but she wasn’t complaining a bit. Yennefer pausing at the door before she enters her room.

“Thank you.” Yennefer couldn’t see the smile that was blossoming on Triss’s face.

-

Triss did not know how to deal with Yennefer. Triss notices she hides in her room committing dutifully to her studies, always declining an invitation to be social. Not out of timidness, the law student having no problem letting her know how she felt, whether verbally or indirectly. If she hadn’t stopped the partying she could imagine Yennefer was going to punch her with the number of glares she constantly received.

 She could see why some people are afraid of her. She, however, was just curious. Jaskier when talking about her spoke about her in awe, always dramatically retelling his famous Yennefer story, while Geralt spoked about her with the utmost respect. He had told her about their brief history together after a while of knowing him and needlessly to say she was surprised. If she was as caring as he said then there was no need for all the apprehension coming from her other friends.

The Lodge, whispers about her like she is Satan herself. Upon finding out who her new roommate was Sabrina and Keira shared a glance before Phillipa pulls her aside, telling her to call if she needs anything like Yennefer intends to murder her in her sleep.

She supposes that they had all heard about the Jaskier incident in which she easily fought off two of his attackers and then showed up to their hearing and using her knowledge of the court system, actually got them a longer jail time than they were supposed too. Triss found it quite heroic. Phillipa rolling her eyes at her confession before mumbling something about bottoms.

After managing to convince the girls they could no longer party at her place. Triss could tell she appreciated the new quiet, Yennefer started to interact with her more.

 They had fallen into a comfortable routine. Triss gets up early in the morning fixing herself a cup of coffee to prepare for a very long day ahead. Yennefer’s door would be slightly cracked open so she could see her, giving a polite smile as she studied over notes from the previous days lecture. Then Triss would be off to her classes, meeting up with Geralt and Jaskier afterward for lunch. Then,  planning something with the Lodge for a social event on campus. Triss would get home around seven, right before Yennefer would finish with her last class of the day.

If she didn’t have any event or any party to go to. They would sit in comfortable silence in the living room both doing their homework, briefly chatting about the events of the day before they both went to bed.

One of those nights she went to one of Jaskier’s parties drinking her weight in liquor.

Geralt escorting her drunk ass back to her room, glaring at anyone who looked at her. Triss fumbling for her key, trying desperately to put it in the slot when the door suddenly opened, causing Triss to fall forward into an unsuspecting Yennefer. Geralt nodding at the women.

“Yennefer.”

“Geralt.”

Triss glances in between the two, feeling the unsaid words that were being spoken between them. She knew exactly what they were thinking about.

“Do you guys want to have a threesome?” She slurred out winking doing the hard work for them. The two glanced at each other agreeing to never mention this ever again.

“She’ll be in good hands,” Yennefer assured, straightening Triss up so she was leaning against her instead.

“I know. Goodnight, you two.” Geralt said, before turning and leaving.

“Bye Geralt!” Triss yells out into the very quiet building, no doubt they were going to have very pissed off neighbors tomorrow. Yennefer quickly shushing her and escorting her back inside.

“Yen. Can I call you Yen,” she murmured, stumbling forward planting down on the couch, throwing her purse to the side and giving her a lopsided smile. “I had so much fun,”

“I can tell.”

She looks around for a trash can to put near Triss in case she needs to throw up.

“We should go together one of these days.”

“I’m not really a party type of girl.” She replies sitting next to Triss, setting the trashcan down, and offering her a bottle of water. 

“Pleaseeeeeeee” Triss begged, sticking out her bottom lip for effect. “Just one.” Yennefer pauses looking down at the drunk girl. She couldn’t see the harm in it. “Fine. Just one.”

“I’ll make sure it’s the best one. I promise. There will be fireworks, good food, a big pool, a-“

Triss rambling on, Yennefer’s face getting softer and softer watching her continue on. Maybe. Just maybe she could try again, just for her.

“Yen,”

She raises an eyebrow, “We’re going to be good roommates, right?” her voice shaky, like she was trying to hold back tears. Yennefer smiling, before gently smoothing her hair down in an effort to reassure her.

“The best.”

 Triss woke up with a hell of a headache, moaning as she sat up on the couch. She pauses, noticing the sleeping form of Yennefer, next to her. She seemed completely relaxed, her hair gently framing her face as she slept against the arm of the couch. It warmed her heart knowing that she had cared enough to sleep out here with her.

She doesn’t remember too much after she and Jaskier had their little drinking competition, which she should have known not to do. It was hard to say no to that little rascal sometimes. She gets up slowly trying not to wake Yennefer and checks the time on her phone. Shit. She’s late for her meeting. Triss finds a pen and writing a quick note for her.

 Yennefer waking up later and finding the note, smiling at it.

“Thanks for everything. ;) I owe you some time.”

 Yennefer thought it was going to be a one-time occurrence but she quickly found out she was wrong. Nearly every night now, Triss was coming up late and getting up early. Which wasn't a problem in itself, a lot of other students did this. But she was doing all of this while she was still partying. Sometimes Yennefer would hear her throwing up in the toilet in the early mornings and whenever she tried to approach her Triss waved her off spouting some excuse about her just getting used to college again.

Triss did do a lot around campus helping the new freshman, her group and just her classes were difficult. Her roommate was running herself ragged, she didn’t know her that well but she did not want to wake up and find her passed out cause she was overdoing herself. She had to talk some sense into her.

It was a conversation she was dreading and she wonders if this how Tissaia felt when she was raising her during her rebellious phase.

Yennefer got out of class early, after their teacher passed back their quizzes.Yennefer pacing back and forth in the living room, rehearsing what she intends to say. She stops at the clicking of the lock.

Triss walks in, clutching on to her temple, sipping on coffee. Her sunglasses still on even though it was well past daytime.

“We need to talk.”

Triss lets out a sigh at her roommates' tone. She was not in the mood for this, she needs to finish her lab report. “Do we have to? I am so tired.”

“I know that's the problem.”

“What are you trying to say?” Triss says, already becoming defensive. “That I hang out too much? I thought you would like that since you love to stay inside and all.”

“People are terrible to be with,” she said, shaking her head. She never could understand extroverts.

“You think I don’t know that,” Triss said, voice low. “Yet, I still keep trying to be social unlike you!”

“Don’t make this about me!” she exclaimed suddenly, startling Triss who backs up a little. “Half of the people you hang out with aren’t even worth the time.” She shoots back, seeing Triss’s face flash with hurt for a second. “Sorry, we can’t all be perfect like you!.”

“I’m not perfect, Yennefer.” Triss seethes, hand tightening around the cup.

“No, you are.” Yennefer says, stepping towards Triss, she seems to tower over the other girl. “ Always wearing a pretty smile. I bet you had everything handed to you in a silver platter.” she hissed, getting closer to her roommate.

Triss reaches up to her face and snatches her glasses off, looking her right in the eye. She was taken aback by the tiredness in her eyes, there were dark circles around her eyes. That was not what surprised her. It was the pure anger in her eyes, never would she thought she would see Triss like this. Maybe this girl has a backbone after all.

“Don’t say shit about me that you don’t know,” she said, her hand twitching by her side. “I’ve been treated shitty my whole life. I don’t let that stop me.”

 Yennefer takes a deep breath. She knows she was in the wrong she could hear Tissaia berating her right now. It's wrong for her to assume.

She continues. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”  She watches the anger leave out of the girl's eyes at the apology. “ However Triss, this is not healthy for you. You know this.”

Triss says nothing, before closing her eyes. “I know. I’m sorry if I bothered you.”

She makes a move to walk further into the apartment, but couldn’t quite do so with how utterly exhausted she was. Yennefer didn’t say anything, gently guiding her back to her bedroom.

“I think me and you are more alike than you think, Yen.” she said, before Yennefer left her room. Yennefer paused at the doorway.  

“I think so too.”

-

It seemed they both had judged each other too harshly. Triss making an active effort to slow down and assigning more things to other members of the Lodge and actually made time for herself.

It was actually the argument that spurred them to hang out more. They began to have little dinners together, which was Yennefer’s idea. She got tired of seeing Triss just consume coffee and fast food. It felt oddly domestic, the two of them in the kitchen trading stories and laughter, as they made their meal. It felt right even though neither of them could explain exactly why.

After that, Yennefer began tagging along with Triss, on her errands- going grocery shopping, buying items for events, and meeting some of her friends.It was nice to get out. If she had to be honest she was getting a little stir crazy. Her grades stable enough to where she was comfortable relaxing just a tad bit. It was a small world, after all, being introduced to members of The Lodge, specifically remembering Phillipa who was also a law student, glaring at her the entire time. Yennefer smirked at her knowing she was still upset that she had lost a mock trial for class and lost her position as the best student in the class.

She dressed up for court multiples times in her classic suit and tie for her internship at Cintra law firms. This was the only time, Triss got shy, refusing to meet her eyes every single time she wore it. Sometimes she wore it just to see her flustered(but she would die before admitting that).

Triss was a fun person to hang out with she had to admit and even more entertaining to be a roommate too. Sometimes she would catch her dancing to a song, singing to it in the kitchen while she makes breakfast, always encouraging Yennefer to join in. Or sometimes she would hear her gently singing to her plants in her room, wanting to see them grow. It was-if she dare say it adorable. She felt herself relax around her, obliging whenever Triss wished to know more about the cases she was studying. Triss sitting next to her as she discussed a case, happy that someone was interested in her favorite topic.

Triss was a whole bundle of things but she did not expect her to be a smoker. She was surprised when she invited her one night to go with her. They drove to a clearing on the outskirts of town and smoked a blunt together. Yennefer relaxing as a familiar haze began to set in. The stars blazing and beautiful as they laid back against the blanket, touching shoulder to shoulder.

“Triss Merigold. Aren’t you full of surprises?”

“I think you have even more than me.” She said before passing the blunt back to Yennefer, exhaling through her nose.

“Don’t take any offense by this. But you don’t seem like the type to do this.”

Triss shrugs, not bothered by the statement before a little smile grew on her face. “I like that.”

“Subverting expectations?” Yennefer said teasingly before taking another puff.

“Of course. I don’t like hanging around boring people.”

“That explains quite a lot.” She said thinking back on the many characters in the Lodge.

 They were silent, enjoying the nice buzz that was setting in. The crickets seemed to get louder and time seemed to go slower. Yennefer looking over at Triss, who looks at home in this field, it felt that if she were to look away she would never see her again, that she would sink into the soft earth. She was beautiful, with the moonlight streaming on a majority of her face, looking calm, her eyes half-lidded. It all seemed like a dream.

 “Who are you, Yen?” Triss said softly, waking Yennefer up out of her haze. A question that was always on Triss’s mind. She doesn’t want to assume anymore. There was no better time for this conversation, always more bold whenever she was high. Yennefer looks at Triss seeing the genuine curiosity in them. How could she deny her?

 “Now I’m Yennefer de Vries but before that I was nothing.” Yennefer had no problem spilling, at this point too relaxed to even feel stressed out about the topic. “My parents gave me up and left me at the worst orphanage they could fine. I was bullied terribly by both the kids and the adults for not only my looks but my eyes. ”

Triss eyebrows furrowing, processing the information. Kids could be so cruel sometimes. And for her eyes, they were the most beautiful thing Triss has ever seen, preferring to stare into them than any stars.

“I was about to end it all until I was adopted by my foster mom, Tissaia.” she said staring out past the sky it seems. “She saved me, giving me a new name and look. ”

 “I’m glad she did, Yen. I’m sorry that happen to you.” Triss couldn’t imagine not knowing Yennefer and to think she would have never known who she was terrified her.

Yennefer turns towards Triss, feeling a touch on her shoulder. She didn’t move away from it.

“That part of my life is over now.” she said simply. Not even knowing if she truly believed it herself. “What about you?”

Triss’s eyes focus on the ground, “I-my story isn’t half as hard as yours, Yen.” she said, “Not even worth telling.”

Her eyes were conveying something completely different. there were tears appearing out of the corner of her eyes.

“Let me be the judge of that.” she says softly, leaning slightly into Triss feeling the other girl relax at her touch.

Triss closing her eyes, taking in a deep breath, “My parents didn’t want me. I know they didn’t.” Yennefer waits for her to take another hit before continuing feeling some of her anxiety lessening.

“It didn’t matter what I did. It was never good enough for them. How much I exhausted myself. I had to prove to them that I wasn’t a mistake. ”

It started to make sense why Triss was always out doing something, never being able to rest for a second.

“I started having panic attacks from the sheer workload they had put on me and by high school I was a nervous wreck. They stopped thankfully under the advice of my counselors. But they rarely check on me now. The Lodge is mostly my support system now. And so was...Renfi.”

She breathed the name like it hurt her to say. Yennefer wanted to know more. No. She needs to know more.

“Tell me about her.”

A small smile appears as Triss looks up at the stars.

“She was strong, always willing to leap into action. The first one I met who loved me for who I was and not who I could be. ”

Yennefer felt herself frown at the adoration in Triss’s eyes when she talked about this women. “That firefighter was something else.”

“Why did it end if you don’t mind me asking?”

“She had too much on her plate. Too focused on her mission to care for much else.” Her smile fading, “I just couldn’t fit in.”

Yennefer couldn’t stop the anger that was rising in her. How dare that girl do that to Triss. The girl deserves so much better. A tear falls down Triss’s cheek before she quickly reaches up and wipes it away. If she had blinked she would have missed it.

Yennefer didn’t like seeing her like this.

“Come on, I know a place around here.” She said, before standing up, and offering her hand. Triss takes it,  both were grateful that the other couldn’t see their face in the dark, at the blush that spans across both of their faces. Yennefer leads her through the little forest, on the edge of a suburb where a community pool was. She hops the fence before she helps Triss over.

They sneak into the pool, leaping in trying not to be so loud. They didn’t bother taking their clothes off, too excited at their dumb idea. Splashing around, laughing as they tried to tackle each other. Yennefer suddenly picks Triss up and twirls her around in the water. Her heart fill with joys at Triss's laughter, such a sweet sound. They climbed out eventually, completely soaked, as they walked back to Triss’s car.

She would make sure that Triss would never feel alone again. Unknown to her that Triss was making a similar promise to herself, to never let Yennefer ever be mistreated again. Despite the coldness of the air on her wet skin. She had never felt this warm. They drove back to their place feeling a weight lift of both of them.

-

Something had changed between them. It has been months since they first met. Yennefer would find herself doing things just for her, waking up early just so she could see her leave. Paying attention to what kind of coffee she drinks and bringing her some from the local shop, staying up late whenever she had something to do with the Lodge, and making sure she ate something before going to bed.

Triss would find herself declining invitations just to hang out with Yennifer, preferring the girl's company. She would straighten Yen's tie before she goes to work. They would watch a bad cop show, Yennefer pointing out the inaccuracies of the court system on the show, and she was too caught up in her passion to even see Triss staring at her. Several times Triss had fallen asleep on the couch, briefly waking up when she felt movement.

Yennefer would carry her before tucking her in and putting one of her stuffed animals near her for her to cuddle with.  She always resisted the urge to say that she would rather cuddle with her. They were teetering the line of becoming something more than friends, neither wanting to admit it.

Whenever she called Tissaia the first thing out of her mouth was whether our not she had confessed her feeling yet for Triss. She would deny them furiously, blushing a little bit, before she whispered no. Tissaia giving her a scolding about how she wasting her time and how she wanted grandkids already.

Triss herself was being bombarded on all sides by the Lodge and Jaskier. The Lodge smirking at her whenever they saw her across campus with Yennefer, and Phillipa was the worst, making lewd motions at them from across the way. Triss quickly taking Yennefer’s arm and dragging her away before she could say. Jaskier had already talked about his, quite frankly, obvious feelings for Geralt when he had asked her about her roommate. Upon seeing how she immediately starts to blush he figured it out very quickly, beginning to strum his lute in song before she threatened to hit him upside the head with it. It would take just one night for them to stop dancing around each other.

-

It was a Friday afternoon when Triss came to her, smiling from ear to ear with Jaskier and Geralt in tow. They had hung out the past couple of weeks, finding Jaskier amusing and Geralt and her having to stop the other two from committing acts of chaos. It was nice reconnecting with Geralt having someone that understood just how she was even if they were no longer together. She gestured to the seats next to her they sat down, plopping their backpacks down at the cafe.

“Are you free tonight?” Triss asked, excitement clear in her voice. Yennefer looks over at Geralt for help, but he only gave her a slight grin.

“Why?” she said, before sipping on her tea. Jaskier and Triss sharing a look as she did so a mischievous look appearing on both of their faces. Oh no.

  The party surpassed all her expectations, actually containing most of what Triss said in her drunken stupor and more. It was a “friend” of Jaskier’s house that they rented out for tonight.

A mansion with a gigantic pool in front, with enough space to fit half of the people at their university. She saw most of the Lodge there, chilling next to the pool with margaritas in their hands. Jaskier was on top of a table, strumming his lute singing his version of a song, with Geralt watching to make sure that he didn’t fall off and break his neck. Someone had ordered several pizzas and other foods, whoever in charge making sure that everyone was having a good time. However, Yennefer could not find Triss, since she had arrived here.

Triss had received a text and then she excused herself from the little group, frowning as she left. It had been about an hour since she had seen her, moving her way through the party looking for her.

She was halfway inside the mansion, when someone stood in her way, nearly causing her to run into him. He had a shaggy beard and dark brown hair with a crazy look in his eyes, she notices the way he was slightly swaying.

“Hey, beautiful. You looking for a good time.” he slurred, getting closer to her. The smell of alcohol reeks off of him. Yennefer decides that she's going to give him a warning before she knocked his teeth out.

“I am. ” she said, smiling at him, he leers at her statement. “But not with you.” Yennefer began to walk around him, when he grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer to him, his teeth bared.

“What did you say to me, bitch.” Her eyes narrowing readying herself for a fight when Triss appears out of nowhere, her smile a bit too tight as she took in the scene.

“What’s going on here?”

“None of you're business.” He growled back, tightening his hold on Yennefer. “Get out of here.”

Triss's smile gets even wider before she pulls her arm back. He was not prepared for the fist to fly at his face, a resounding smack echoing throughout the party. the guy crumbling to the ground at her feet. 

“That’s my girl!” someone yelled in the background, probably Phillipa.

“Leave her alone,” she growls out, before turning to a shocked Yennefer with a smile on her face. She leans across from her, offering her a cup.

“Sorry about that. Would you like a drink?” Yennefer eyes were wide as she accepted the cup out of hand. Geralt came over nodding at Triss before picking the creep up preparing to toss him outside.

“I heard you were looking for me.” Triss smiled, holding up her phone, looking over at her friends who were all giving Yennefer a sly smile. “Did you miss me?”

Yennefer rolled her eyes at her before giving a tiny smirk. “Maybe.” Triss blushed, as Yennefer drank from her cup.

“What were you doing anyway?”

“Taling to Renfri.” Yennefer almost choked on her drink filling dread begin to set in her chest. Were they going to get back together?

“Are you guys-”

Triss shook her head no, with a wistful smile. “We were just saying goodbye. She wants to move away from here.”

A flood of relief filled Yennefer’s core at the statement and she knew exactly why. 

She was about three drinks in of whatever alcohol they had mixed together and she was feeling it, having a nice buzz going on. Triss had gone to go talk to her other friends while she leaned against the wall when Geralt appeared. Neither saying anything as they both watched their charges.

“I want you to be happy.”

“Same to you.” she said, looking towards Jaskeir who was humming happily to himself strumming his lute on a couch.

It always amazed her how they could say so little but say so much at the same time. One of the things she will always love about them. She pushes Geralt off the wall, towards him. Jaskier face lighting up as he approached, beginning to sing his song about him. Geralt’s face didn’t change but she could tell that he adored that man.

Yennefer hears a laugh, looking at Triss who was talking to Phillipa and Sabrina. She was laughing so hard, that tears almost fell out of her eyes. She couldn’t fight the smile that starts to appear on her face.

“She’s beautiful, isn't she. Always could light up a whole room.” a voice said from behind her, turning to see a woman with short wavy hair. Renfri, looks at Triss with regret dripping from her voice. “Don’t mess up like I did. Be there for her.”

Before she could respond she was gone, leaving Yennefer standing there watching her. Yennefer finally taking all of her in, the thrum of the music fading out as she watched Triss.

She’s passionate, not afraid to fight for what she believes and who she loves. Caring, always putting others before herself. She’s strong, fighting every day against what she was taught knowing that she is worth more. Not afraid to challenge Yennefer even when others would tremble in her presence. Yennefer wants to kiss her, wants to stop pretending that they are just friends when she wants to be desperately more.

It wasn’t the alcohol causing these thoughts, just enhancing them. The dinners, the laughing, the utter joy that she felt whenever Triss was around, she knew what she wanted. No, what she needed.

Phillipa caught her eyes, smirking at Yennefer before excusing herself and Sabrina, but not before whispering something in Triss’s ears. Whatever it was must have been scandalous because she hit her before turning to Yennefer with a sheepish look.

“Are you doing alright, Yen?” she asked, seeing that Yennefer was staring at her with a look in her eyes she had never seen from the women before.

“No.”

She pulls her in closer before leading her to where everyone’s dancing, joining the crowd. Triss laughing at her actions as she twirled her around, pulling her in closer. When the song changed, Triss grinding on her, Yennefer grabbing onto her hips as she did so. They danced until one song, became two, then three, the only thing they needed to feel was each other. But Yennefer wasn’t satisfied.

“Triss.”

The girl looking at her, with that same soft smile. They stopped in the middle of the floor, everyone else continuing to dance around them, Yennefer taking her chin, looking into Triss’s soft brown eyes, that always grounded her. They kissed for the very first time as the beat dropped. It felt magical, she felt like she was flying and she never wanted to come down. Yennefer wraps an arm around her pulling her in closer to get more of that honey taste. Triss smiling into the kiss that she had dreamed of for so long. They could feel eyes on them.

Geralt giving the couple a small smile while Jaskier had a few tears in his eyes as he held onto him. Yennefer left with Triss ignoring the hollering of the Lodge and Jaskier.

She woke up the next morning with Triss’s arms around her, feeling like she had just had the world given to her in the palms of her hands.

In the future when she was watching Geralt walk Triss down the aisle, she would remember the day they had met. Tissaia wiping the tears off of her face and Phillipa barely containing hers. She would remember the smile that she gave her and promise that she would do everything to keep it on her face. 

[harrystyleslish]

So good.

Warnings: Smut. Harry is not famous and he works for your father to only protect you because a mafia group is finding you so harry is a killer in this imagine and he needs to keep it professional

Harry is not a type of guy you couldn’t just cuddle and kiss with, And he’s also been treating me like a stranger these past few weeks which really annoys the hell outta me

Well here he is, coming with me on the party to make sure that I’m alright. As I get out the car, I fixed my black dress if its crumpled and ugly while on the other hand,

I saw harry getting out in the car looking hot as hell with hie new suite, that made me bite my lip so hard, we never kissed or hugged since we met and until present

Harry walked up beside and guide me to enter the venue, I nearly melted when he leaned in closer on to my ear and whispered,

“Don’t do anything stupid.”

I took a heavy breath and nodded my head

“Good girl,” He finally pulls away and walked behind me

Seconds later, harry was not behind me anymore while I’m here getting drunk with some friends having some fun and laughs

“I need to use the bathroom,” I shouted over the loud music

“Yeah, sure no problem” They told me nodded their head

While I was walking closer to the bathroom I can’t help but think where harry went, I felt a little bit scared since he’s not be able to protect me whenever something happened

As I got out the restroom a strong arm spun me around and grabbed my arm roughly

“Where the fuck have yeh’ been?” A husky voiced asked as I winced in pain

As I look infront of me I saw harry his eyes are pure of anger and worried, I quickly removed my arms from his grip creating a red mark on it

“I was just with some friends, nothing happened I promise.” I said while looking deeply in his eyes to tell that I’m not lying

“Well, you could have find me” He snapped

“Nothing was happening bad that moment so I didn’t think of you that much” I said while playing with my fingers

“Well what if something happens?”

Silence took over us and I took a heavy breathe

“I’m sorry.” Was only the words that came up from my mouth, Harry sighed as he grabbed my chin and looked at me deeply in the eyes

This is the only sweet gesture that harry has ever done to me, It feels like we’re kissing but we’re not

“Kiss me,” I said while leaning towards his beautiful features, Suddenly, harry shooked his head

“No, baby” He said while removing his hand on my chin

I stared at him and shrugged “Okay then, I’ll just find someone to do it for me” I said while turning my heels but his arms caught me again and spun me around

“No you fucking won’t,” His eyes darken so as his face too

“The only person you can dance to is me, and the only person you can talk to is me” He said while gripping my arm again

“Yeah, but I can’t kiss you,” You said while removing your arm from his grip

He gave a heavy sigh and ran his hands through his hair “We need to keep this professional, I work for your father, I can’t diso—”

I cut him him off by scoffing “Okay then, professional it is, don’t act surprise if you see me making out with some guy,”

That statement made him mad, his eyes grew darker when thinking of her making out with someone that is not him, He squeezed his eyes shut to remove the picture in his head

“What do you want from me?” He suddenly asked

“What? I don’t know”

“No. Tell me right now. I’m sick of this shit tell me what do you need from me” He said while leaning closer to my lips

“Just a single kiss wouldn’t hurt,” I whispered while caressing his cheek

He let a loud growl and pressed his lips hard on my own, but I haven’t got the chance to kiss him back because he suddenly pulled away

It was a quick peck but my eyes were wide and shocked, he just kissed me after all this time, I touched my lips and looked at harry which looking at me breathing heavily

“Y/N? Come on you’ve been in the restroom for hours!” Someone said behind me

I looked at harry and gave him a kiss on the cheek “Gotta go,” I said while running back to my friends

Not so long the party finally ended and we’re already saying our goodbyes while harry is behind me; his hands on my waist

I went to the passenger seat and fixed my hair while harry sat sat beside me

“I’m actually glad nothing bad happened today,” I said while looking at the window

“Yeah, they didn’t recognize you and that’s good” He said while looking at me, I smiled and leaned on the door to get some nap

I heard the car pull over so it was the signal for me to get up and get out of the car, I lazily opened the door and walked on the porch while removing my heels

I went to the bedroom and grab some comfortable clothes as well while harry was fixing his guns on the coffee table

“Hey harry?” I called out for him

He lets out a soft hum and looked at me

“C-can you unzip me, I’m too lazy,” I said while turning my back from him

I haven’t heard his footsteps so I thought he wouldn’t unzip it, I began to raise my hand to just do it on my own but some cold hands already found the zipper and slide it through

His body was so close to me that I can feel his hot breathe on my skin, I turned around and he’s looking deeply at me

I smiled and gave him small thanks while sliding the dress off my shoulder, Harry was looking at every move I made which made me to look at him

Suddenly he shook his head and said, “Oh fuck me,”

He pinned me against the wall and kissed me hard and sloppy, my eyes widened and began to close while I hold his hair and gave it a hard tug which made him moan in my mouth

He slipped his tongue inside my mouth creating sounds that made me go crazy

“You’re driving me so fucking insane,” He said into my mouth while he hoisted me up while my back felt the soft mattress

He effortlessly removed the dress on my body and thrown against the floor, he moved his head into my neck and started sucking and biting on it

I moved my head on the side to give him more access, I moaned his name when he grind on me “Oh my fucking god, harry” I said while breathing heavily

I gave all my strength to flip us over so now I was on top, I’m in charge of everything.

“You think you’re the only one who’s been wanting this for so long?” I said while unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it on the floor, I hardly kissed his mouth while his hands squeezed my hips for my balance

I moved my head on his neck while sucking hard on his skin, I pulled away and saw a dark red mark on it, I continued for more

“Fuck, baby,” He was breathing heavily as I removed his jeans, He was the one who flipped us over so now he was on top again

“I need to taste you right now,” He lowered his head as he slowly removed my underwear, He spread my legs open while he kissed my inner thigh, teasing me

“Stop teasing,” I said while I grabbed his hair

“Oh I enjoy teasing, babygirl” He said while looking up at me

“Harry I swear to god st—” He didn’t let me finish as he shoved his mouth in my clit which made me scream his name so loud that neighbors can hear

“Harry, holy fuck,” I moaned as I tug harry’s hair harder which made him moan too

My head leaned back as he inserted 1 finger inside of me, quickening the pace

“Does that feel good hmm?” He said while his eyes never leave mine

I never got the words but I just nodded

“Use your soft voice baby,” He said while inserting 2 fingers now which made me moan so loud

“Yes, it feels good” He smirked as his tongue flatly licked my heat

“So fuckin’ wet for me,” He sucked on some parts which created a pool on his mouth because of my juices

He moved towards my face and kissed me hard his lips were wet because of the mess I made but he let me tasted it

“So fuckin good, did you tasted that hmm?” He said while pulling

“Yes, I did”

“So fucking good for me, baby,”

lol i need a bible