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cherrychilli · 7 months ago

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18+ Steve Harrington x F! reader, momentary mean! Steve, established relationship, lil bit of angst, PIV sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, hate sex turned make up sex WC:2.2K

A/N: Why not? Enjoy!

"So we're still fighting, huh?", Steve narrows his eyes at you from the kitchen entry way.

He's a picture of disarray — shirt misbuttoned, belt buckle in need of fastening, tie draped loosely over his shoulders and hair a wild, mussed up mess.

His unruly state came to be as a result of forgetting to set his alarm after your heated exchange last night, waking to find he was running late for work and you hadn't bothered to rouse him like you usually would have.

His sarcastic barb goes seemingly unheard though when you refuse to look up from the dishes you're scrubbing in the sink, back still turned to him even though the crumbs from your breakfast of blueberry jam on toast have long been washed clean from your plate.

It was a disagreement blown out of proportion that had caused the friction between you two. Steve had hoped sleeping it off would help to cool your tempers enough to reconcile in the morning but now that seems as likely as him making it to work on time.

Or was it?

He sighs, a clear note of irritation coming through because he should be digging through the laundry basket in search of his socks before he tries to shove his feet inside his shoes without them again in his rush, not rooted in place, eyes dark and stony but taking you in.

Of course you'd try to give him blue balls on top of it all too.

He grits his teeth as he stares at you in your too short satin robe, every inch of your legs and thighs on display as the hem hangs high, just a few inches below the swell of your ass. Practically dangling yourself in front of him.

He enters the kitchen then and though it feels risky approaching you the way that he does, he recognizes that the air's thick with a familiar kind of tension when he comes up behind you.

Quickly and none too gently, he rucks up your robe to confirm a suspicion he'd been harboring. He finds you're nude underneath the thin, silky layer when you allow him just a glimpse, swatting his hand away with a look sharper than a knife's edge when your eyes connect with his over your shoulder.

But Steve knows better than to take it seriously. There's no ire behind your glare — no unspoken threat meant to make him retreat. You're still mad, sure, he can feel the heat radiating off of you just as it's made his own skin warm but your expression softens just enough to confirm that what you really want is for him to come closer. And that's exactly what he does.

You feel the warmth of Steve's chest pressing against your back when you turn to the sink once more, his arms caging you in place, leaving you no room to escape. The water continues to run until he closes the faucet too, leaning down to whisper into your ear. "This how you want to solve it?", he asks, pulling his hand back to lift your robe again only this time you don't attempt to thwart him, letting him cup your ass and squeeze your soft skin. Hard.

The heat of last night's fight had died down to a simmer but it left you both burning in a different, much more familiar way as you answer him.

"Yeah. This is how I want to do it", you utter loud enough for him to hear you clearly though this close together, there's nothing he can miss no matter how softly you might whisper it.

The sound of his belt coming undone has you buzzing beneath your skin while you brace yourself, curling your fingers under the edge of the countertop as Steve finishes pulling out his girthy cock. But before he even attempts to get it anywhere near your entrance he holds out his palm to you, knowing that he doesn't need to ask for you to spit into it, something that feels instinctual now at this stage in your relationship as he draws it back and slicks up his cock with your saliva.

With his length coated in a warm, glossy mixture of your spit and his precum, Steve doesn't keep you waiting for long, your legs parting to help with easing the tip of his cock in.

"Does it hurt?", he asks and while it might sound like he's only concerned about you, you can hear the heat still present in his veins.

"A little", You answer with a little heat of your own, no intention of asking him to stop.

"Good. I know you can take it", he tells you, all thorns and shit eating grins.

It doesn't happen as easily as when you two take the time to engage in foreplay first, your body usually opening up to accept him once he's gotten you ready with his tongue or fingers but this time Steve manages to notch his tip by your hole and breach you once it pops inside with a little effort, the rest of him slowly sinking inch by inch into your velvet heat.

Despite the wetness that smears your inner thighs, your whole body tenses and you have to breathe through it, pain marrying pleasure while you're being stretched open, hissing under your breath when he reaches his base. He spends a few seconds all the way inside you, just feeling you wrap around him and squeeze, your walls pulsing when he decides that's as soft as he'll allow himself to be with you today.

And he proves it when he begins pulling himself out, only to grit his teeth and drive himself back in again, making you squeal instantly, getting you thoroughly acquainted with the feeling and the force of every thrust as his pelvis bounces against your ass.

Steve so rarely ever fucks you like this and you're so caught up in taking his cock that you barely notice the way he reaches up to pull the front of your robe open too, realizing what he's done when he finds your nipples and begins to pinch and tug on them, smirking when it draws a high pitched whimper out of you as your steady breathing turns to shallow pants.

But you're not some delicate flower type. You're not one to be so compliant and let him ruin you so easily. So while Steve's busy fondling your chest you're quick to even the score when you grab hold of his right hand, lifting it up to your mouth so you can sink your teeth into the soft skin between his thumb and his wrist.

The pained hiss turned groan he lets out despite himself is a small victory but a sweet one nonetheless, enough to make you smile around his throbbing hand before deciding to remove your teeth from him, making sure to scoff at him all smug as he rubs at the little red teeth marks left behind on his tan skin.

Of course he takes it as well as a throatful of glass, considering the act a challenge for more.

Steve offers you one small moment of respite, slowly pulling almost all the way out, making sure his swollen tip remains inside you while you sigh, only to make you choke on a moan when he pushes all the way inside again in a single hard thrust, punching the air out of you.

You wanted to retaliate again, maybe reach behind to sink your nails into his thigh, scraping at his skin until narrow lines or blood rise to the surface or even rip at the clothes that hang on him in his state of half undress but you're unable to follow through this time with how he's managed to rattle you.

Steve's far too pleased to feel your elbows start to shake as your arms struggle to keep you up at this point, set on making your knees wobble too just so he can gloat about it later when you find it difficult to pick yourself up off the kitchen floor and walk away once he's done with you.

Slowly, Steve withdraws again, glee lighting up his eyes when he pushes back in with the same force of that first sharp thrust and this time you fail to stop a short scream from ripping out of your throat, back arching from how well and hard he's pressing against that spot deep inside you.

"Something you wanna say, sweetheart?", he sneers and taunts, pleased when you struggle to put together a coherent sentence while trying to endure his unforgiving pace. "Spit it out before I stop being so nice."

You muster what you can and manage to whimper it out, feeling so worn out though you haven't even reached your climax yet.

"Cum inside me. Please", you tell him — beg him, fingers turning cold and numb from how hard your grasping the countertop.

He's nothing short of cocky when he hears you whine all desperate and spent, a smug sense of accomplishment washing over him when he sees the thick coating of slick and cream you've left on his cock as he watches it withdraw and disappear inside you one harsh thrust after the other.

And then you tell him the rest.

"M—miss you when you're gone. Need to —ngh. Need to feel you in me when you're not here", you manage to string the words together before letting out a sound that's somewhere between a gasp and a whine, the kind he'll think about later on his own, working himself up until he's got no choice but to pry it out of you again.

But this isn't one of those moments, no matter how much he'd liked the sounds falling from your parted, panting lips.

Steve loses his rhythm before he stills completely inside you, your words sinking in like nails piercing his skin.

This was it. The crux of last night's argument.

You missed Steve. He'd been working too hard lately and you'd grown concerned. With the stress of his job and the little sleep he'd had he'd grown defensive and you'd gotten irritated, both of you clashing when you should have been listening and working together.

When he had woken up this morning Steve had cooled down enough to know he'd been unfair to you the night before. He was usually the type to talk things out but he'd gotten swept up in how things happened to pan out today, wrapping an arm around you tenderly, the hand you'd bitten placed over your thumping heart. He nuzzles his chin onto your shoulder to get closer to you, the stubble he'd been unable to shave this morning scratching against your skin gently as he whispers into your ear with so much sincerity.

"I'm sorry— I'm so sorry."

The sound of him all earnest and ragged makes you melt in his hold because you know how much he means it — you can practically feel how much he means it as it sinks into your skin and reaches into your ribcage.

Like Steve, you would have been open to talking it out had this been a regular fight. This particular fight however had you dumping more fuel on to the fire that roared between you because it required more than just words to resolve everything. It needed more than swapped apologies for the two of you to make amends and return back to normal.

You really needed to fuck it out. All teeth and nails and sore, spent bodies.

"It's okay. I'm sorry too", you answer, a smile growing on your parted, panting lips. "Now fuck me, will you?"

It catches Steve off guard enough to make him snort, thankful that the worst of your fight is behind you now as he starts to pick up the pace again, firm but also tender with the way his lips move against your neck and his fingers brush and roll at your nipples.

"Going to make it up to you, baby. Gonna be around more. Gonna be here for you, okay?", he pants against your skin, all gravelly groans and grunts with his nails digging into the skin on your waist.

You moan out his name, using what little strength you feel you have left to push yourself back to meet his thrusts. "Steve, oh fuck... I'm so close. I need you— I fucking need you, please."

He snaps his hips against your ass again, drawing out a blissful shudder out of you. "Gonna make it all right but until then—", you feel him draw away from you a little bit then, his hands leaving your body as you realize that he's going through his pockets.

With his cock still buried inside you and throbbing, he pulls out his phone and begins dialing, his thrusts commencing again, steady and deep enough to make your whole body draw tight, your release within reach.

"Try to keep it down while I call in sick, okay? Gonna have you all to myself today. Promise I'll keep you nice and full— gonna look so beautiful when you're dripping with me..."

#steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things

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v3nomly · 5 months ago

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— HOW THEY REACT TO SOMEONE HITTING ON YOU

• characters — Childe ; Zhongli ; Wanderer | Aventurine ; Welt ; Blade

• synopsis — An unsuspecting guy hits on you. it doesn’t take long for your partner to swoop in and shut it down.

• tags & warnings — Established relationship, jealousy, kissing.

• a/n — Hihi!! My requests are open so feel free to pop in. I write for a couple fandoms and I'm always looking for moots. Enjoy!!

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— THOSE WHO FLAUNT ; CHILDE or AVENTURINE

Before you can even shut the guy down yourself, an arm snakes around your waist, pulling you away from the man trying to shoot his shot and into the arms of your lover. It wasn’t unusual for them to be overly affectionate in public, but something about their hold tells you this is more than a loving embrace, but an assertion of dominance.

“Sorry, I took so long, Angel. Didn’t miss me too much, did you?” They ask, leaving no room for you to answer as their lips press against your own. The action spoke louder than any words could. You were his.

The man across from you cleared his throat uncomfortably, causing your partner to pull away reluctantly. Their body relaxed against yours, exuding an air of nonchalance, “Did you need something?”

— THOSE WHO SEETHE ; WANDERER or BLADE

How could you be so oblivious? The man's desperate attempts at seduction were evident, yet you remained blissfully unaware. Conflicted feelings coursed through your lover’s veins. On one hand, there was something almost comical about the scene. If it were anyone else, your partner may have been able to laugh at the man’s pathetic nature. Yet, it was you, which only left them with the bitter taste of ire. How dare this man think he’s deserving of your attention?

Anger radiated from behind you, something you remained ignorant of. Your boyfriend leveled a glare at the man who seemed to be just as oblivious as yourself. Until their eyes met. The man stilled, words dying in his throat, face paling as he swallowed quickly, before excusing himself. You turn towards your partner with a look of confusion and they only shrug, their eyes filled with nothing but the gentle love reserved only for you.

— THOSE WHO REDIRECT ; ZHONGLI or WELT

They weren’t the jealous type. Years of experience and wisdom had taught them certain things were better let go. Yet they couldn’t help the uncomfortable feeling that snaked up their spine, engulfing them in its vexatious nature. Networking was an important part of your job, something he had witnessed you do countless times before, but this man irked him to his core.

Your lover’s hand comes to rest against the small of your back, grabbing your attention, and pulling your eyes away from the man you were conversing with. Covertly they take control of the conversation, steering it away from the man’s obnoxious attempts at wooing you, and into one that keeps your eyes on him. He can’t help the satisfaction that rises in his chest as the man deflates at the casual display of intimacy. Or the way pride flutters in his body when you smile at him. Your partner wasn’t the jealous type, but he could be.

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daycourtofficial · 10 months ago

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Amber eyes, looking into mine

Summary: Eris finds something in his study that triggers him into a frozen state of panic. Who better suited to pulling Eris from his past than his future?

Author’s note: I wrote this in under an hour so please be nice and if there are any typos, no there aren’t 💕 Also technically this is part of my gingerfucker series, but can be read alone and she doesn’t make an appearance, it’s all Eris and the baby okay byeee

TW: panic attack, mentions of being whipped and being burnt

Word count: ~1k

A trade agreement sat on his desk, one that predates his tenure as high lord. Eris had found the document stuffed away in a drawer, abandoning what he was searching for as soon as he recognized it.

His father’s large, obnoxious signature at the bottom, the ridiculously high tariffs on imported goods. He could hear the whip in his ears, feeling his body tense with memory.

It was all too much. He had spoken with his father about the deal, wanting to give incentives for traders to come into Autumn rather than deterrents. Beron had laughed at him, telling him that everything anyone needs can be found in Autumn.

The night hadn’t ended there.

Beron had whipped him for having such a ridiculous idea in front of the other courtiers.

“No son of mine will appear so idiotic before others,” he had said, his voice ringing in Eris’s ears.

Eris was seated in his chair in his study, but his mind was elsewhere. Down deep, deep in the dungeons of the Forest House, a trek he made many nights, his blood dripping through the house as he limped back to his own chambers.

Chubby hands grip the fabric of his trousers, a body too small traveling up his legs, climbing for what they love most in this world. Little feet find their footing on his thighs, hands leaning against his torso to support their weight.

Amber eyes look at him, searching for praise at the impossible task they just completed.

His eyes.

What his eyes used to look like, before Beron burnt the joy out of them.

Eris is frozen in place, caught in a spiral of hatred and loathing by his son. His beautiful, wonderfully funny son, who looks at him with the love and adoration his mother looks at him with.

If his son knew all that he had done to prevent Beton’s ire, would his eyes still look for Eris in every room? Would his eyes still fill with tears, his lungs exhaling every breath at bedtime, unable to sleep without seeing his father one last time?

The spitting image of him, his mother finding an old portrait of himself at this age, his son a direct image of the portrait. Was this how he looked when Beron began his tirade of cruelty against his family? Did soft coos of a babe turn into wails at any contact with Beron?

All he had ever known was the flame, the flame within himself that refused to be extinguished, and the flames his father tormented him with for centuries.

He feels those flames on his skin, his own flame desperate to fight it. He feels the heat licking up his forearms, he feels it cascading down his back in waves, searching for every inch of unclaimed skin. He clenches his fists, desperate to bring himself back to reality. Instead, his breathing becomes more ragged, his jaw clenching.

He can smell the flesh burning off of him, feel his stomach churning, his throat filling with bile at the smell, so strong he could taste it.

Tiny fingers grip into his hair, yanking lightly, trying to find balance. The feeling jolts him back, back from the past, back from a place that doesn’t exist anymore.

The babe stands in his lap, toes gripping his trousers as he tries to learn how to use them. A warmth so unnatural from something so young radiates off of his son. A tear splashes onto the little foot, which the babe immediately burns off.

Giggles fill the room at his show of his powers and Eris is finally able to move again as he wraps his arms around the young princeling, so unaware of how the world can burn.

He holds him in a tight embrace, squishing his face into the tiny neck, breathing him in. He gives himself five seconds, clutching the clothes covering the babe’s chest.

Five.

He breathes in deeply, his chest heaving with sobs that escape his mouth.

Four.

It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair. It had never been fair. Nothing was fair.

Three.

It took hours to kill Beron, centuries of scheming, and his presence was still felt throughout the court, throughout him-

He feels something cold and wet on his neck, tiny hands still gripping his hair, but his son is slobbering across his neck, his cheek, the movement tickling Eris’s neck. He laughs as he realizes that his son is mimicking how they make him laugh by blowing raspberries into his neck, his cheeks, his stomach.

He delicately pulls the face from his neck, leaning his forehead against his firstborn’s forehead. His eyes are wide with wonder. Everything is new to him and the worst thing he’s experienced is dropping his favorite toy in a mud puddle.

He looks at his father, not sure what to make of him, until Eris slowly smiles at him, his eyes lightening with fondness, catching a bit of the spark from his son’s eyes.

And the baby in his arms smiles back, grabbing Eris’s nose in excitement as he babbles noncoherent sounds. Eris stretches his legs out, sinking into his chair a bit, letting his back relax into the chair. Eris responds to the babbling, occasional hums and responses to whatever he was trying to convey to his father.

Someday, the words would come. They would flow freely, spilling from his mouth in anger, in sadness, in disbelief. They would come more easily, small things setting off his memories and not allowing him to think of anything until they left him. He would share the burden of his memories.

Someday, the words would come. But not today. Today the incoherent babbling was enough.

#eris vanserra #eris vanserra x y/n #eris vanserra x you #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra fanfic #acotar fanfiction #eris x y/n #eris x you #eris x reader

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fandoms-x-reader · 3 months ago

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The Avatar of Greed

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Requested By: @rainedroplets

Summary: The brothers' reactions to finding out MC is in love with Mammon and that the two of them had been dating for a while when they were planning on confessing.

Bonus Mammon part at the end! <3

Lucifer’s pride was definitely hurt when he found out that you and Mammon had been dating.

He had thought that the two of you had a childish crush on one other. But, he didn’t see it lasting.

After all, Mammon was the worst when it came to money and he was also terribly impulsive with his decisions.

There was no way the two of you would have a stable future together.

Whereas Lucifer could give you everything you could ever want. Like financial stability and proper respect from the denizens of the Devildom among other things.

He wanted to confess his feelings to you over a lavish evening where he could really take the time to spoil you and show you what being in a relationship with him would look like.

It was only after he planned it all out that he found out that not only were you in love with Mammon, but the two of you had been dating for a while.

Lucifer didn’t believe the news when he first heard it.

Mammon’s childish but kindhearted nature always held a special spot in Lucifer’s heart, but he never thought he would lose you to his younger brother.

He takes some time to regain his composure, but once he does, Lucifer acts unfazed by the whole ordeal.

He’ll continue to act as though nothing has changed and he’ll wear a smile all the same, hiding the true emotions that linger under the surface.

He’ll be dying on the inside but laughing on the outside - all to save face.

Levi is more of the suffer-in-silence type of person.

Finding out that you and Mammon were in love with each other was a huge blow to him.

You had opened Levi up in ways that he never knew were possible.

You not only got him to want to be around others again, but you made him believe in himself.

And that was something that he not only loved you for but admired you for.

It took him a long time to admit his feelings for you to himself, and an even longer time to work up the courage to tell you.

And when he could no longer hold the words in anymore, he found out about you and Mammon.

It definitely broke his heart, but Levi will try to play it off despite the fact that he’s a blushing and stuttering mess.

He’ll immediately return to his shut-in and self-deprecating tendencies.

He won’t talk to either of you for a long time, and whenever he does see one of you, you could see him doing everything in his power to hold back his sin.

Levi radiates anger almost as strong as Satan, though he doesn’t know if he’s mad at you for choosing Mammon, mad at Mammon for stealing you, or mad at himself for not making a move sooner.

There’s only one piece of advice to give when Satan finds out that you and Mammon are dating: Get out of the way.

Satan will definitely go into a rage frenzy at the news, for many different reasons.

First, he’s doubting his own skills because he should have been able to observe the fact that the two of you were dating.

Second, you chose…Mammon?! Of all the demons?! The scummy, money-grabbing one?

Third, he’s heartbroken and a bit embarrassed that he confessed his feelings to you and anger was the only way he knew how to cope.

Satan was very meticulous in planning the perfect way to tell you how he felt about you. He wanted you to feel as special as you always made him feel.

In his state of ire, he harshly told you what he thought about your relationship with Mammon before storming off.

He’ll only calm down after half of the House of Lamentation is destroyed; and, when the anger finally began to wane, he deeply regretted the way talked to and treated you.

He’ll give you a sincere apology but he’ll try to avoid the two of you, afraid of sparking his rage again.

He tends to hold himself in high regard, like Lucifer, so he’ll do his best to act normal around the two of you, but if he sees any kind of PDA, be prepared for another meltdown.

Asmo is by far the most heartbroken and the most dramatic about the news.

You were the most beautiful thing Asmo had ever seen, and as such, it only made sense for you to be with the most beautiful thing anybody else had ever seen.

Asmo had so many fantasies about the two of you being a power couple.

There were so many things he wanted to do with you and so many ways he wanted to express his love for you.

The first step was confessing the way he felt about you; but, he didn’t expect it to both start and end there.

Hearing that you and Mammon were in love hurt Asmo, but hearing that the two of you had been dating for a while shattered him as his mind filled with questions.

How many nights have the two of you spent together? How many times have you hugged? Kissed? More??

Imaging Mammon’s hands on you the way he wanted his own hands on you sent a shudder through his spine.

Asmo cried at the news and made sure everyone else knew about his woe.

Once the initial phase passed, Asmo tried to act as though he had moved on quickly.

He pretended as though he could care less about your relationship as he surrounded himself with people who were too willing to love him.

Asmo’s focus shifts to only having fun, afraid of opening himself up to the possibility of really loving only one person again.

Beel’s expression when he finds out about the two of you pulls at your heartstrings more than you would have ever guessed.

Beel had fallen for you hard and fast.

Everything about you drew him in.

Whenever you would enter a room, he would always light up with the biggest smile.

Whenever you would ask him to do something with you, he would get so excited.

And when you would accidentally brush against him, Beel would feel butterflies in his stomach.

This was the first time Beel had ever felt this way about anyone and because of that, he was so sure that you felt the same way about him.

He admitted his feelings to you in the privacy of his bedroom, something he was so grateful for when he found out the truth about your feelings.

He looked like a puppy that had just been kicked and did his best to hide his pain and give you a supportive smile.

At the end of the day, Beel has the biggest heart and he wanted both you and his older brother to be happy.

He just wished your happiness wasn’t each other. He wished your happiness was him the way his happiness was you.

He doesn’t make a big deal out of it or treat either of you poorly, but you can definitely tell your relationship with him has changed.

The news of you and Mammon rocked Belphie’s entire world.

He guessed he shouldn’t be surprised that you would choose someone other than him.

After all, given your past, how could you ever trust him?

Belphie tried to make up for the things he did.

He tried to show you how much you changed him and how much he cared for you.

But, it clearly wasn’t enough.

Belphie told you that he loved you when the two of you were up in the attic.

He said it so softly and quietly that you didn’t hear it the first time.

He was even more embarrassed the second time he admitted it and you could see the adoration in his eyes for you.

But, no matter how painful it was, you had to tell Belphie the truth.

Belphie got so upset when you told him - experiencing a whirlwind of emotions.

He left the attic immediately, not even sparing you a second glance before leaving.

He needed space from you and time to process what he was feeling.

Cuddle sessions did not happen again after that day and Belphie made snide comments about Mammon here and there under his breath whenever he saw the two of you together.

Part of it was because he was jealous, but most of it was because he had never felt so heartbroken before.

You have to walk a very fine line when you break the news to him. One wrong word and it’ll most likely bring back his beliefs that he should hate humans as an attempt to hide from the pain he was feeling.

Mammon was head over heels in love with you.

Whenever the two of you weren’t together, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He missed you so much and wanted to spend all of his time with you.

And when the two of you were together, he couldn’t keep his hands and lips off of you.

He could hold you in his arms forever, never wanting to let you go.

And it was his goal to leave small kisses on every inch of your skin to make sure you were completely loved.

It was hard keeping your relationship a secret from everyone.

He wanted to show the world that you loved him.

He wanted to brag about how you chose him and tell everyone how in love the two of you were.

He wanted to post pictures of the two of you together and write sappy captions that would make everyone else sick.

But he didn’t care because he was yours and you were his.

So, when everyone else found out about your relationship, he was relieved.

It was hard for a little while. It seemed like everyone hated the two of you and being in the House of Lamentation was like walking into a lion’s den.

And part of him felt bad when he saw his brothers looking so sad and heartbroken.

But, once everyone calmed down, Mammon was so happy that everyone knew.

He could finally act like your boyfriend around others without walking on eggshells.

And others could see that someone like you actually saw something in him. That you didn’t think that he was a waste of space like everyone else.

Going public with your relationship made it real and it was the best thing that ever happened to him.

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anonymousewrites · 2 months ago

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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 2) Chapter Seventeen

Saiki Kusuo x Reader

Chapter Seventeen: Occult Love versus Sweet Loves

Summary: (Y/N) and Saiki get dragged back into the Occult Love.

“Saiki, all of the clubs must submit their reports,” said a teacher, shaking his head in frustration as he caught Saiki in the hall.

I’m not in any clubs, thought Saiki.

“Don’t slack off in the Occult Club,” said the teacher.

“Oh, I forgot about that club,” said (Y/N).

“I thought only presidents and vice-presidents submit reports,” said Saiki, furrowing his brow.

“You’re the present,” said the teacher, exasperated.

“What?”

“That’s what Toritsuka said,” said the teacher. “He said you became the president.

That bastard.

“Rude not to tell you,” said (Y/N).

“Rude to do it,” grumbled Saiki.

“That will be all for today.” The teacher walked away.

“That idiot,” grumbled Saiki. “I’m going to turn him into a ghost.”

“A perpetual president for the Occult Club,” giggled (Y/N).

“Hey, Saiki, (Y/N)!” said Yumehara, walking up.

“Oh, hi, Chiyo,” said (Y/N), smiling. They noticed the papers in Yumehara’s hands. “Are you the vice-president?”

She nodded. “Thanks for helping. Toritsuka never shows up. You two should show up at the club more, too. It’s always just me and Arisu. The two of us wait every day.”

“Every day?”

She has an intense look on her face�� thought (Y/N).

“We’re left wondering whether you guys will show up,” said Yumehara. “Always waiting. Just the two of us. Why don’t you come? Why? Did you forget about us?”

She sounds like a ghost…

She sounds terrifying. “Alright, I got it.” Saiki didn’t want Yumehara’s ire if she was this intense already.

“I’m sorry for missing so much!” said (Y/N) quickly.

“You’re going to come?” The dark aura around Yumehara dissipated into a smile. “Yes!” The one I really want is Kaidou, but this is fine. Better than nothing!

I want to go home.

“This is our club room,” said Yumehara, leading them down the hall.

“We have a club room?”

“I thought our club room was the woods or haunted houses,” said (Y/N).

“You’ll be surprised at the inside,” said Yumehara.

Who knows what that means.

“Here!” Yumehara threw open the door to reveal a room of cuteness rather than creepiness.

It was pink, filled with stuffed animals, covered in soft rugs, and lit by sparkling lights.

“Wow! Not scary at all!” said (Y/N), beaming.

“Saiki, (L/N), it’s so nice to see you!” said a girl with barrettes in her hair.

“Who is that?” said Saiki.

“Hello, Makino!” said (Y/N), greeting her easily. True, she used to have her hair over her eyes and generally be more intimidating, but they recognized her.

“Oh.”

“I wanted to ask you about boys,” said Makino, looking at Yumehara.

“Oh, are you making progress?” said Yumehara excitedly.

“Ah.” That was the reason for the changes.

“A little, but he’s ignoring my texts,” said Makino.

“Let’s interview a boy and someone who likes girls today to see how they think!” said Yumehara, smirking.

“She’s talking about us, isn’t she,” said (Y/N), sweat-dropping. Their panromantic-ness was biting them in the ass.

“Yes,” said Saiki.

“Saiki, (Y/N), will you please sit down?” said Yumehara, smiling at them “innocently.”

“We should just finish the paperwork and go do homework—”

“Sit down.” A dark aura radiated out from Yumehara.

“We have a few minutes.” Saiki and (Y/N) sat.

“The other day I saw Ayabe with a girl and texted him, ‘who is she?’ ” said Makino.

“And he ignored you, I see,” said Yumehara. “I mean, you’re not even dating him, so…”

“But we’ve been flirting,” said Makino.

“Maybe you’re being too pushy?” said Yumehara. “Saiki, (Y/N), what do you think?”

Saiki felt like drifting away into space. I couldn’t care less.

“Maybe just ask him how his day was?” suggested (Y/N).

“Hm…” Yumehara and Makino seemed dubious.

“I know!” Yumehara clapped her hands together. “Let’s try the usual. We can ask Sayaka.” From below the table, Yumehara pulled out a cracked doll that looked like it had been buried and dug up about a hundred times.

(Y/N) and Saiki watched in horror as Makino and Yumehara rolled out a Ouija board, took a crystal on a string, and dripped blood from their fingers into a bowl.

“Let’s play, Sayaka,” said Yumehara.

“Let’s have a chat, Sayaka,” said Makino. “Here’s some sweet red water.”

“Nope,” said (Y/N), standing. They didn’t like the doll, and they didn’t like rituals.

“This is something,” said Saiki. This was beyond what even Toritsuka had planned for the Occult Club.

“Sayaka, will I hear back from Ayabe?” Makino held Sayaka, and the string from her mouth swung around. “She said yes!”

“That’s great, Arisu!” said Yumehara. “What a relief.”

“They’ve been absorbing the worse attributes of the other. They’re both boy-crazy and into the occult,” said Saiki, the realization sending a shiver of horror down his spine.

“I’m out,” said (Y/N), going towards the door.

“Right,” agreed Saiki.

“Saiki, (Y/N), where are you going?” Yumehara spoke with a dark tone, glaring at the pair. “You can’t leave while Sayaka is here.”

“Sayaka might curse you,” said Makino.

“Seriously, who the hell is Sayaka?”

“Kusuo, I’m scared,” whispered (Y/N).

“I am, too,” admitted Saiki.

“You should consult Sayaka, too!” said Makino and Yumehara, synchronized.

“Maybe something about dating,” said Yumehara.

“We want to hear about you two, too,” said Makino.

“This is scary in a different way,” said Saiki.

“I don’t think they’ll let us go,” said (Y/N), eyes wide.

Yumehara grabbed Saiki, and Makino grabbed (Y/N). The pair made eye-contact and shivered. They were shoved into their chairs, and Makino and Yumehara grinned evilly.

“So, tell us. You must have crushes on someone, right?” said Yumehara. “(Y/N), you’re always so tight-lipped.”

“You must like someone!” said Makino.

“I like to keep things close to myself,” said (Y/N), sweat-dropping.

“Saiki, then. Tell us!” demanded Yumehara.

“Stop trying to push this topic onto us,” said Saiki.

I know! This is a good chance. I’ll find out what he thinks of Kokomi! thought Yumehara. “Fine, not a crush, but is there someone you think is really cute?”

“I think all my friends are cute!” said (Y/N) with a wide smile.

So wholesome, thought everyone present.

“…Saiki?” said Yumehara with renewed fervor.

“I care about more than that,” said Saiki. But (Y/N) is cute.

“Really? Are you sure? Not even a girl whose name starts with ‘t’ and ends in ‘i’?” said Yumehara. Why can’t you figure out who I’m talking about?

Your questioning just lacks any tact. Try harder. No, actually, don’t. Leave me alone.

“They’re both hiding something!” declared Yumehara.

“We have no choice,” said Makino.

“We’ll ask Sayaka.” Yumehara had the wild look in her eyes again as she held Sayaka up and pendulum swung. “Who does Saiki like?”

“The first syllable is ‘te!’ ” gasped Makino.

“She’s moving it herself, isn’t she?” whispered (Y/N). Saiki nodded.

We’ll get you to confess! Yumehara had a devious edge, that was for sure.

“Next syllable is ‘ru,’ ” said Makino excitedly. “Teru? The vocalist?”

“There’s more,” said Yumehara. “The next one is ‘ha.’ ”

“You’re right!” gasped Makino. “Wait, how did you know?”

“Let’s see what the last one is,” said Yumehara. She moved it towards “shi.”

Saiki’s telekinesis dragged it to “n.”

“Teruhan?” said Yumehara and Makino.

“Who the hell is that?” said Yumehara.

Yare yare. You might anger Sayaka. Saiki smirked slightly. If they wanted to play with his “feelings,” then he’d play, too.

“Let’s try again,” said Yumehara, raising Sayaka.

The lights turned out. (Y/N) grabbed Saiki’s sleeve, confident in that fact that he was behind this but surprised nonetheless.

“I can’t see anything!” cried Yumehara.

“Hey!” said Makino, reaching out.

They bumped into each other, and Sayaka fell to the ground. She shattered into a million pieces, and the girls gasped.

“Is this a sign?” Makino trembled.

“It might be.” Yumehara shivered.

Saiki shook the locker, and the two girls gasped in fear.

“Sayaka is angry!” cried Yumehara. “Because I messed with the ritual…”

“How could you?!” said Makino, almost afraid.

“My face is shattered.” The pieces of Sayaka rose into the air, and Saiki spoke with a feminine voice through the doll. “Why did you do this to me?”

“A-Arisu, did you say something?” said Yumehara slowly.

“No…did you?” said Makino.

“Then who’s that talking?” said Yumehara.

“You’re so mean to me,” said “Sayaka.” “Don’t you like me?”

“The doll’s not there!” cried Yumehara, looking at the ground where it had fallen. “Where is it?”

“Die!” cried “Sayaka,” eyes glowing red.

Yumehara and Makino screamed and ran for the door. Throwing it open, they raced out of there for their lives.

The lights flicked on, and Saiki smirked as Sayaka hovered in the air. “That was me, of course.”

(Y/N) breathed out a sigh of relief. “Still creepy.” They shivered.

“Now we don’t have to deal with the Occult Club,” said Saiki, putting Sayaka down. It was repaired now. “We’re finally done.”

(Y/N) followed Saiki to the door, paused, and frowned. They looked back at where the pendulum had landed on the Ouija board. They swallowed. “Uh…maybe not.”

Saiki looked back and saw the pendulum pointing at the world “no.”

“…Let’s leave.”

“Yeah…”

Yare yare. Saiki sighed and flopped down on his bed after dealing with his parents’ “who loves who more” competition all morning. He had even had to bring out the Love Meter to judge it, which had almost ended badly for him when they made it a competition of who loved him more. Saiki glanced up at the device, still floating and displaying a zero since no one was around. Why are some of my powers so weird?

Ding!

Saiki glanced at his phone, and a text message from “baker<3” popped up. ((Y/N) put their name in his phone like that. He was too lazy to change it back. Obviously. …And it was cute). Saiki smiled slightly upon seeing the message.

baker<3: I’ve packed up the picnic basket! Where are we going to see the cherry blossoms?

Mr. Coffee Jelly (Again, his name in (Y/N)’s phone. It was whatever. It totally didn't matter to him): I’ll come pick you up.

baker<3: Awesome! I’m so excited

Dring!

Saiki glanced at the Love Meter. It displayed the number “38095” now, as bright and intense as his parents’ love for one another. He looked back down at his phone. Back at the love meter.

Oh, wow.

“The cherry blossoms look so pretty,” said (Y/N), smiling as they sat down beside Saiki.

They had sweets, sandwiches, and fruit laid out for a nice picnic with their boyfriend. To avoid being interrupted, Saiki had teleported them to another city to enjoy the cherry blossoms, that way they could just have a normal date together.

“Thank you for making sure we had a spot and got some time together,” said (Y/N).

“Of course,” said Saiki.

(Y/N) lay back and popped a strawberry into their mouth. Saiki watched them smile, and the wind blew the pink petals up around them. Due to their pink pants and white sweater, they looked like a blossom themself. Saiki’s gaze softened, and a small smile appeared on his face. He really was so lucky for the moments he got with them.

“Thank you for baking,” said Saiki, picking up a cookie.

“I love doing it, and it makes you happy, so it’s a win-win,” said (Y/N), grinning at him.

“You do a lot for me,” said Saiki, looking at them intently. “Thank you. I don’t deserve it.”

“Kusuo, you do,” said (Y/N). They took his hand. “You help everyone around you, and you’re always so sweet to me.”

“I’m sweet?” Saiki was doubtful. Even his own parents knew he could be cold.

“Yes,” said (Y/N) honestly. They gestured to their earrings. “Do you need me to take these off to make sure you know I’m telling the truth?”

“I believe you,” said Saiki, though the vulnerability exposing their thoughts with him would show made his heartbeat quicken in adoration.

“Good, then stop thanking me and come and enjoy our date,” said (Y/N). “That’s all I need from you.”

Saiki lay down next to them and looked up at the pink trees. He handed (Y/N) another strawberry and took another cookie for himself.

(Y/N) snuggled closer to him, holding his hand tightly and leaning their head on his shoulder. These were the moments they loved the most. Any time with Saiki was wonderful, but these soft moments where they were just themselves, in love—

Oh, god. (Y/N) froze for a moment. I love Kusuo? I love Kusuo. I love Kusuo!

They were head-over-heels forever and ever in love with Saiki. They had always liked him, had come to care for him as more than a friend, and had realized the real word now—love. (Y/N) smiled. I love Kusuo.

Gently, they caught a falling flower blossom. “Kusuo.” He looked at them, and (Y/N) sat up a little, turning to face him. Softly, they tucked the flower behind his ear.

They grinned. “Adorable.” They loved him.

Saiki smiled slightly as they looked at him. It was such a simple action, but the mere idea that they thought of him and were so gentle with him set his heart aflutter. He really didn’t deserve them. He watched (Y/N) pulled out their phone and turn their camera around for a selfie.

They leaned in and kissed his cheek, the flower in his hair and the petals fluttering around them framing them. Saiki’s telekinesis held the petals in place as (Y/N) snapped the photo, eyes closed and lips on his cheek. Saiki smiled slightly just as the subtle ‘click’ of the camera went off.

(Y/N) grinned as they looked at the photo, pocketed their phone, and lay back down next to him. “Thank you, Kusuo.”

Saiki gazed at them as they looked back up at the pink trees. Saiki’s smile didn’t fade. They were the best thing that happened to them. Saiki loved them—

He blinked.

He loved them. Saiki loved (Y/N). The word hadn’t appeared, but the feeling—oh, the feeling was there. Saiki smiled slightly and held (Y/N)’s hand tighter.

(Y/N) looked at him. “Kusuo?”

“I’m glad I’m here with you, (Y/N).” He loved them.

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Beasts of the Deep...Pt 1 (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Researcher! Reader ? Au)

In ruins beside the sea, you discover something from another time...

WC: 4.8k

Part 2, Masterlist

Warnings: None

From the Destruction of Leviathan by Gustave Doré (1865)

Sapphire waves crashed listlessly along the jagged cliff. As their consistent roar turned to a sweet hum in your mind you devoted yourself further to your work. Before you laid a dazzling sight. Flecks of mother of pearl, abalone and silver sprinkled the ground of the royal chamber you were in, the flickering of lamplight sending dazzling shimmers all around. The site was remarkably preserved, surprisingly kept even. In dry walls, despite the proximity to the sea, silver cording inlaid flourishing designs. Seals, whales and other sea life swam in the brick, their forms colored in with fresco and mosaic.

You look up from the rubble before you to trace the shine of pottery. Different fish shaped vessels line the room, undisturbed by the many earthquakes that ravaged other sites in the area. You didn't need to open them to tell what was inside. Dried wine, honey, ichors of the gods that once ruled this distant land. You remember your supervisor rumbling about the rich lives of the elites that lived on this island, how cruel they were and the enormous wealth you knew he was hoping to find (that you kept to yourself though, better not to risk his ire).

But while all the others sought the grand prizes of burial mounds and lavish riches, you sought the ecological knowledge of the far past.You pulled your journal out and with a miniature camera took photos of the mosaics, jotting down notes for later. Just as you heard voices approaching from the stairs to the outside you stood up, pulling yourself into a stretch as Matthew entered the chamber.

You turned to meet him as the cover of the tarp opened as sunlight finally streamed into the chamber. You pull a smile to your face as the man finally makes it down the stairs, a smirk on his face that has your mood souring.

“You and the others already took everything of value.” You spit out, riling up at the look in his eyes when he sees the silver in the walls again in the new light.

“Find anything of value left in this stupid hovel?”

“You and Saph are too protective of this site, too bad we can’t strip the walls,” He kicks a boot in the dirt kicking up a fine cloud of debris and dust, “would make up for the losses.”

You cough, your eyes wanting to water, but you wipe them with your bandanna.

“Maybe if you and your goons stopped breaking things we wouldn't be set back so much. Besides it's illegal to deface anything, that includes the walls.”

He just hums, looking you up and down with a strange look in his eyes before turning to head back up the stairs.

“Whatever you say Mole.”

You ruffle up at the nickname, but before you can reply Matthew is marching out, closing the tarp and leaving you in the dim lamplight.

You stand a moment before sighing. Reaching down to the crate at your side you adjust the oil feed and the light bristles with life, a warmth radiation from it that seeps into your downturned spirit. Matthew, while rough, did have a point. The dig needed something to be able to keep going. The small island you were working for was looking for a prize to boost the floundering tourist industry so time was running out.

You stand for a moment in thought, eyes tracing the menagerie of creatures swimming though time around you. You always found yourself drawn to the room, some deep set curiosity swirling in your mind. While your eyes wander there is a different sort of gleam, off set from the pearly white and abalone. Your head tilts as your eyes find rest on an ancient beast.

Stepping closer to examine it you are met with what could only be defined as a monster, swirling around itself in rage, its coils lined not with silver but gold, set apart from the rest of the art in the room. Spellbound you reach a hand to it and upon touching the old brick a jolt of electricity runs through you and you shoot back in surprise.

“What?” Your voice seems muffled but the wide room, the dust itself concealing anything from the outside, to your shock then there is another gleam, one you hadn’t noticed before at the heart of the beast, guarded by raised claws and fins. Your hand reaches for it and the shape comes loose from its crevice.

As your fingers curl around the shape there is a noise like thunder in your mind and warmth in your heart. You feel then like you are being watched, and all at once the world seems to seep out and an old magic flood in. The creatures in the walls become drenched in color as the feeling of water rises until you are floating in a wide sea.

Around you the cries of gulls echo into the wide world and the stars about this dark sea drip their sterling light. Your mind's eye widens as there is then a leviathan, a great dragon emerging from the waves, golden eyes staring into yours. It speaks in an ancient rumble than a mighty clawed hand reaches around you.

Voices again from the outside of the tent and all at once you are human again. You blink, the mist in your mind washing away with lucid waves. You find your palms curled together in front of you, as if reaching to offer something before a great deity. You break from the position, opening your palms and gasping. In your palm is a pendant you have never seen before, insent in a golden scallop shell, with a crackled glaze is a sapphire the size of a half dollar. It is wired in with sturdy gold wire with four, two on each side, pearl beads. The pendant rests heavily in your hand and without thinking you find yourself reaching up and pulling it on in a daze.

Once the pendant is hanging at your sternum you wake in a stupor. You blink luridly, unaware for a moment before your hand darts to the pendant in shock.

“What?’

You question yourself before quickly reaching to take the jewel off but find that once you reach for the clasp they seem to alway slip out of reach. Anytime you try to lift the pendant off a shock jolts your mind painlessly and you drop it back to your chest. You begin to worry but the sound of a voice at the top of the stairs and daylight once again flooding the room has you moving the pendant under your shirt to hide it as Saph comes down the stairs. You kneel down to the wall after one final glance towards the beast only to find it gone.

“Thought I might find you down here, did Matthew bother you too much?”

You look up to the woman and smile, hoping your apprehension doesn’t come through.

“He’s just being himself, a right old dick.”

She snorts at that and approaches you.

“Come on, we're heading back into town for the day, there’s a storm coming in and the museum wants us back early.”

You look up to her at that, working to gather your journal and camera and stuff them into the satchel at your side.

“But it was clear outside only a while ago.”

She nods at that but gestures to the stairs,

“You might want to take a look now.”

You pull yourself up and move to follow her, pulling a tarp over the debris at your feet and putting on your satchel. You give one final look around you and the animals in the wall seem to shine a little brighter as you nod to Saph to head up. She starts up the stairs and you follow, but as you leave the room you swear you feel a set of eyes on you.

In some dark forgotten place, an old force breathes. The sound of chains breaking and a low rumble fills the room. Statues crumble in the movement as a large tail slides into the shadow, but what emerges is not a beast but a man. An exposed chest heaves as he steps from the labyrinth of shadow, a beast of the dark coils around his body and he grunts in pain when the pattern of it inks itself onto him. The gold braces that bound his hands and ankles dissolve then, running down, droplets of gold then dissolving into the cobbled floor.

You make it out of the ruin and find the cleared sky now gathered in stormy clouds. Saph helps you past a tumbled over table and you both watch as Matthew gives orders to a few college students who in turn fumble with equipment, flustered. You shake your head in exasperation before going to help.

They greet you with relieved smiles and you, upon taking a hammer, help to pin the tarps to cover the exposed works. You feel Matthew approach and stiffen before a firm arm is reaching out to grab a board before it knocks into you. He steps around you and lifts the wood before setting it aside. You mutter out a thanks as you finish your task. He just winks at you before turning to the others.

As you and the students stand there is a flash of lightning and a loud crash of thunder that makes one of the students yelp in surprise.

“That’s enough for today go ahead and head home guys!” Your voice rings out over the picking up wind and the students scamper off towards the jeeps in the distance. Matthew looks to you, some shine of concern in his eyes but you mention to Saph.

“I'll ride back with Saph you go ahead we’ll lock down.”

His voice is cut off by a rumble of angry thunder and the clouds threatening to drench you three. He nods curtly and heads off to the jeeps. You see the college students pull out soon followed by him. Saph heads off towards the jeeps but something pulls you to the edge of the cliff, past toppled walls and torsoless statues. A row of them line a path to the cliff face. You step the ancient treaded stone, the click of your own work boots muffled by the winds swelling around you. The world seems to shift then.

As you take the final steps up to the dias, the stones smooth out as if kissed by the rough sea. You feel the sudden urge to take your shoes off to feel the coolness of the stone but ignore it to instead look over the vast ocean. You almost feel like at the summit of history here, the ruins around you lending to the fact this ocean was once owned. But like most beasts, very few could tame the sea.

You rear an arm out to the horizon then, the massive clouds in the distance swirling in the wind, dark and foreboding. There is a rumble then, and a flash of lightning strikes the sea between the scope your parted fingers. The water churns and you swear you see movement under the waves before Saph is calling for you. As your head turns away a form slips beneath the waves.

The ride back into town is calm despite the torrential downpour that falls upon you two just as you close the door. The wipers work overtime as you stare out the window in thought, the sea slowly sinking away to the forest that separates the dig site from the town. She leaves you to your thoughts for a while, at least before the ringing of her phone makes her groan.

“He won’t let up will he.” You smirk at her, a fond smile lighting up on your face as Saph ignores the phone.

“He should know I am busy!”

“He is just a love sick puppy for you. For an engineer he’s quite soft.”

Despite her mock frustration her smile is sweet when you discuss her fiance. The two were together for a long time but he only recently proposed and when she got stationed off of the mainland on the island he had been insistent in calling every day when she got off.

“He probably just saw the weather-” she fishes out her phone and passes it to you, “can you let him know we’re heading back into town before it hits?”

You slide her phone open, past the image of her cat Shadow and type in a quick message, signing off with a smiley face. He pings back only a second later with a hello to you and a best wishes.

You set the phone into the cup holder and his calling ceases as you both laugh.

The rest of the trip into town is quiet, the forest breaking up to the edge of softened civilization. Cattle graze in fields and you catch the occasional deer and seagull mingling in the temperate climate. It was thankfully the ending of summer so the weather was usually even, but sudden storms would still kick up and apparently a large front had decided now it was time to strike.

The leaves in the trees were starting to turn as you both pulled into the research center of the local university, your main base away from the ruins scattered around the island. Saph pulls into the free spot and stops the engine as the rain pours outside.

“Ugh I wish this rain would let up, we're gonna get drenched! It was supposed to be clear this afternoon.”

You unbuckle your seatbelt and prepare for the water but as you crack open your door the rain lets up, slowing to a drizzle, then a sprinkle then nothing at all. Saph raises a brow, and you chuckle.

“Maybe it likes me.”

Saph rolls her eyes as you get under cover of the awning and she follows, the rain then deciding you had passed safely comes down again, at this Saph smiles.

“Maybe.”

The doors slide open and you pass through the students leaving for the day, their waves and smiles warming your heart at the dedication. The weekend had finally arrived and you all could now get a long break before the fall classes began and you lost a few of the students to their courses.

As you make it to the archeology department there is a group of other work study students standing at the entrance to your office. Saph looks to you and you catch Matthew's blond hair over the crowd. He seems to be arguing as there are semi raised voices and you and Saph make it to the outer ring of the crowd. There is another voice that washes over you, and their blue eyes find you over the crowd and yours widen when the pendant feels heavier under your shirt.

Matthew's eyes trace the other man’s eyes towards you and you can see the frown set on his face as he shifts blocking the other man from view with his height. Saph looks to you as the students realize you’ve returned and part to let you both through.

“What's going on Matthew, why are you here?”

The blond turns to look down at, running a hand through his hair, eyes looking too you and Saph.

“I was going to ask you to dinner to discuss team development-” A hand on his shoulder makes him startle as an older man joins the two men, you nod your head in greeting towards the dig supervisor, a man you didn’t quite like.

“There will be no need for that Matthew.” Mr. Wright winks at you and you feel Saph step closer to you.

“Mr. Wright it’s a pleasure!” Matthew is quick to correct himself, an easy smile lighting his face as he shakes his hand. You roll your eyes in your mind and let your eyes wander to the third man as the two make pleasantries. In a smart brown suit is a tall man, hair nicely swept back and a well groomed beard, flecks of grey in the brown. As you meet his face you find his eyes on you, when your eyes meet his eyes he smiles and you swoon. He steps past Matthew, disregarding their conversation to address you.

“Dr. Jonathan Price, professor of history and archeology.”

You nod and smile at his manners and as your hand meets his his other takes it and he squeezes your hand.

You reply with your name and your position. You were the student coordinator for the department, on loan from the mainland after the recent discoveries.

“It’s good to meet you Dr. Price,” His lips quirk up and there is a shine in his eyes. You hear Matthew clear his throat, seemingly irritated. Dr. Price just chuckles, releasing your hand with a final squeeze in his,

“John is fine Love.”

You just nod, taken aback before Mr. Wright draws his hands together with a hum.

“I’m glad you two are already so chummy, from now on you will be working with Dr. Price in the cliff sights around the island. Matthew you will be transferred to the salvage department.”

Matthew turns to him in shock,

“But I thought you needed a new lead for the cliff sites?”

Mr. Wright nods, hand coming to his beard in though, he then claps you on the back,

“Congratulations dear you've been promoted. Dr. Price, I leave her to your care. And now Matthew we need to discuss the findings for this sudden squall that's appeared.”

With that Mr. Wright turns and Matthew gapes after him before realizing himself and after glancing at you he follows the older man. The students chatter with congratulations before there is a ding of the intercom for the school.

As a warning of the oncoming storm we recommend all students, staff, and faculty leave soon before the worst of the weather hits.

“Alright you guys you've heard the intercom, now shoo and have a good break!” You smile at the cheers from the students as most disperse, while a few linger chatting with Dr. Price he discusses details of an essay for his class calmly as you work to unlock your office and opening the door you hear Saph’s phone ring.

“Saph you need to get home, go on and talk to Chris I’ll text you when I get home!” You call out to her over your shoulder as you set your stuff on your desk. She leans into your office, minding the sun catchers that hang from your door frame. Your office is filled with plants and trinkets you’d found that the school let you have.

“Are you sure? You didn't bring your car today, how will you get home?” She moves to step into your office but her phone rings again, no doubt a worried Chris. She silences it another time but you wave her off. You hear the students part ways as thunder rumbles outside, and she frowns.

Dr. Price’s voice resounds from the now empty hall and he steps into view of the doorway. You both turn to him and he approaches and with a nod form you enters your office. Saph looks at him a little caught off guard and unsure but you wave her concern off.

“I can see her home.”

“If you don’t mind of course, I was hoping to discuss some things with you anyway before the weekend hits with work next week.”

“That's fine with me, I stay close to campus anyway. Head home Saph.” Outside the window lightning flashes and the lights flicker a moment.

Saph still seems apprehensive so you smile and round your desk to pat her arm.

“Go on ahead and call Chris.”

She finally gives up at Price’s nod and you sigh in relief as she hugs you and moves to head out.

“Text me when you get home.”

And with that she finally leaves, leaving you and Price in the warm lights of your office. Warm eyes regard you as he watches you gather your things. In his presence the amulet warms and you reach for it subconsciously. You look up to him and meet his eyes and there is electricity in your blood then.

You feel a sense of sincerity from him in a strange way, comfort in some shared secret. You know then he is aware of you. He rounds your desk, approaching you. Your eyes widen at this, uncertainty nibbling at your mind but all he does is open his arms in question.

“You found something today didn’t you dear, something that is more than it seems.”

The utterance of the amulet takes a weight off your shoulder. You reach under your shirt and pull the gem out, it shines with a bright luster. He looks at you inquisitively and you step forward into his reach as he hums. Admiring the amulet. However when he goes to reach for it there is a sudden crash of thunder and lightning that sends the room into darkness. You jump in surprise but Price only chuckles, mumbling something that sounds like “typical” under his breath. His arms return to his sides and the power flutters back to life.

You blink at his expression and finally question him.

“How did you know I found it?”

He answers your question with one of his own,

“How exactly did you find it?”

You look at him apprehensively,

“I don’t exactly know how, one moment there was a great beast lined in gold in the murals on the wall and next it was gone.”

Price nods and then looks at you with new eyes. They soften considerably and you find yourself wanting to turn away from the look but you are captured by the ocean in them. He looks ready to speak but the power flickers again and he sighs.

“That is enough for today, it is already ticking into the evening so I should get you home. Do you mind riding with me?”

He seems older at that moment, and you feel for him. In return you smile and gather your backpack from your chair and nod.

“I would like that thank you.”

“Of course dear.”

He allows you to grab your things, and follows you out of your office, holding then closing your door for you. You pass down the hall in relative silence, the sounds of the rain on the ceiling a soothing rhythm. But when you make it to the front doors of the building the rain ceases for a minute and you look up at the sky in wonder. For your curiosity a single drop falls and hits you square in the nose but nothing else falls. As you blink and then wipe your nose, Price just watches you with a look.

Passing the work jeeps you make it to a sleek car, and while shuffling your things Price steps around and opens the back door for you to set your things in. Doing so he then opens the passenger door and helps you to slide into the car before closing the door and heading to the driver's side. And in a final moment, as the rain begins once again, Price backs out of the spot and pulls away from the college.

As you make it through town you finally reach your apartments, a charming little brick building converted from an old factory into newer apartments. The rain lets up as Price slows then pulls alongside the curb.

“Do you need help with your things?”

“I think I am fine, I appreciate it John.”

“Anytime Dear, here.” He motions for you to stop before he digs in the glove box pulling out a little notebook and pen. He writes something down and tears out the paper before passing it to you. On the paper you find his number scrawled in fine writing.

“Contact me sometime over the weekend and I would like to get coffee to discuss some things about the site, if that is fine with you?”

You flush a little but nod, a smile tugging onto your lips.

With that he watches to make sure you make it into your apartments, only pulling away when you get inside.The cold front sets in as you walk up the stairs to your floor, the sound of rain battering the windows and thunder rumbling over the building as the storm moves overhead. You make it to the third floor with ease. When you get to the top of the stairs you hear some movement up ahead and see quite the sight.

“I will thank you John.”

In the apartment next to you, one that had been empty since you’d moved in, there were two men lifting a sofa in the hall, blocking your passage. The door to the apartment was closing and the taller man cursed, a thick Scottish accent and you, without much thinking, hurry forward to get the door for them. When he realizes what you are doing he smiles and nods to the other man who steps backwards into the apartment.

“You’re a blessing, Love.” The other man finally sees you and his face lights up with a charming smile, English accent thickening his annunciation. You shift aside and they bring the sofa into the apartment.

Looking around there are boxes scattered and some assorted pieces of furniture already in place. There is a blur of black that darts from the kitchen and struts into the living room to investigate the arrival of someone new.

Your heart warms as the men set the sofa down and the Scot drops himself onto it with a huff. You naturally slide your satchel down and kneel down to greet the fluffy black cat that greets you with a loud purr. You scratch under her head and she wiggles. You fall back onto your behind when the cat jumps into your arms.

“Nyx! That’s rude sweetheart.” The other man shakes his head and approaches you to help you up. An arm drops and while cradling Nyx, who stretches her front legs over your shoulder, you take his offered hand and he pulls you up while the Scots head turns, tilting in interest.

The man who helped you up lingers a little close, he offers to take the cat from you and you both try but she just meows in protest. She doesn’t dig her claws in so the man is able to lift her like a sack of potatoes.

“Kyle, we need to introduce ourselves now.”

“Go ahead Johnny, I need to take care of the child. Sorry Love it's her dinnertime, I am Kyle by the way.

The other man, who introduces himself as Johnny, pulls himself up and approaches you with an easy smile on his handsome face. His eyes are electric while he meets Kyle's honey eyes in a shared look. Their eyes turn to the pendant and the same warmth fills your chest. Johnny approaches and you hear the thunder rumble louder in warning but Johnny just smirks.

He takes your hand and brings it to his lips pressing a light kiss that angers the storm.

“Johnny”

Kyle reappears from the kitchen followed by Nyx who ignores her food to come between you and Johnny, nudging her head against your pants as the power flickers.

“What, I gotta greet the lass don’t I?”

“You know how he is.” Kyle mutters it quietly, while Johnny just gives a cheeky grin. Johnny then gestures to the amulet.

“It's pretty on you lass.”

He releases your hand but lingers close to you, enough so you can feel his watch from the shirt he wears. He looks down at you warmly and you feel a tug at your heart when Kyle moves to join you. Nyx looks at him and meows to which he chuckles and looks down to you as well. You warm a little in the cheeks under their scrutiny but your phone ringing breaks the silence.

“That would be my coworker. I need to let her know I am home.”

“Aye lass don’t be a stranger now thanks for the help, we’ll see you home.”

He collects your satchel and you head out the open door followed by them and Nyx who lingers at your feet for attention. When you reach your apartment Johnny laughs.

“We’re lucky then to have you so close.”

You give him a small smile and unlocking your door you bid them both a good night. They wait for you to close your door before Johnny scoops up Nyx turns to kyle,

“So it begins.”

“Indeed.”

End Part One

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