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Headcanon of being Paul Lahote's Human Imprint (GN)

This is a request for @doingyom0mma. I tried to deliver it as best as I could. I hope I did. I didn't focus on specifics, rather the story of how they met.

Trigger warning for mentions of death and loss

Paul had always been against having an imprint - he thought he would never be able to commit to one person emotionally, let alone be willing to sacrifice his life for them.

Paul was shocked when he imprinted on you.

You recently moved just outside of Forks, running away from a life of pain and sadness. You had lost your family to terrible diseases, and you just wanted to get away from the hustle and noise of the big city, trying to find inner peace.

You were just passing by La Push one day, on your way to the beach. That’s when Paul saw you from afar, sitting on a log by yourself. He was playing football with his packmates, and someone *QUIL* kicked the ball too hard, almost hitting you in the face - it only missed by a few centimeters.

Paul, being the farthest from the others and the closest to you, came by your side to apologize and retrieve the ball. The moment your eyes met, the world around him stopped, and he couldn’t focus on anything, but you.

Paul tried to reject the imprint at first - he had so many issues of his own, he didn’t want to bring yours into the mix, so he kept his distance from you.

However, the more time he stayed away from you, the more physically and emotionally sick he’d become.

He was easily irritated - more than he was before the imprinting.

Sam was getting tired of his attitude, so he searched for you and invited you over to his and Emily’s place for dinner.

Though you were hesitant when a man showed up on your doorstep and invited you to dinner with his friends and family, he explained that it was a tradition his wife started to invite their new neighbors over. Since there weren’t usually new people around, it was always nice for them to make new friends. So, you agreed.

Paul was shocked to see you at the dinner but also expected Sam and Emily would pull off something like that.

As the hours passed and Emily encouraged you to open up more, Paul started to see what an amazing person you were. Though you had been through a lot, you still kept a positive attitude towards life, thinking that life may take some things away from us, just to give us something else back. You just waited for that something else to come.

Unbeknownst to you, that something came in the form of Paul Lahote.

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167 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

Redemption - An Embry Call x vampire!fem!Reader Story - Part 1

A/N: I was thinking of uploading the start of this new book tomorrow or the day after, but I was so anxious that I thought I'd do it now. So, unannounced, there it is!

A/N 2: Because I don't know if I made it clear for everyone - and if you just saw it here, this is the continuation of 'Unorthodox'. Along the way, I planned to end the previous book on the cliffhanger, just for this new to start.

No of Words: 5500+

Mentions of: Overall sadness, Swear Language

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(Y/N)’s POV

I was scrolling through an old magazine, clearly uninterested in its contents, but I had to occupy myself somehow. I was currently sitting at a cafe by the beach, under the warm afternoon sun. After just a month of leaving Forks, I had finally found some sort of peace and quiet. And though I was still hurt from the events of the previous month, I felt like a completely different person.

I had changed compared to how I was before. I felt way more apathetic to everything around me, as if nobody and nothing else mattered to me, which was true actually. I found myself in a new - well, new in the sense of how it was now - place, so I had nobody and nothing to care about. I had lost all connections with the life I had a month ago, so, naturally, I felt nothing at all.

I slowly sipped on my ‘Kitro’ drink, which the waiter proposed I should try out. It was a kind of liqueur with a citrusy taste; it smelled sweet, but it was supposed to be slightly bitter, which I did not mind anyway. The island had inspired me to be daring, so I actually tried out many different foods and drinks throughout my stay. Though food would usually make me nauseous and want to throw up, I pushed myself not to puke in front of humans, but pretend to actually enjoy eating and drinking.

Naxos was beautiful during the summer, and this attracted thousands of tourists, so I was considered lucky enough to have found a place to stay. The island combined elements from many different eras - from the ancient Greek times to the Venetians and Turks - with the modern elements. And yet, it was quieter than other places around Greece, and it gave me a sense of peace and freedom.

During this past month, I was just running; running away from my own self and my problems, instead of acknowledging the fact that what was done was done, that there was nothing I could do to fix things, and that I should instead focus on my own self and how to make it in this new reality.

So, I did just that: I focused on myself, and what was best for me. Though I had questioned my diet plenty of times since the day I left Forks and the US in general, I still could not bring myself to consume human blood. I was supposed to be a monster - at least that was what my mate thought of me, but, in the end, that just wasn’t me. I was a monster just because I was a bloodsucker, but I would not be the kind of monster that others of my kind were.

Living around humans was easy for me; the illusions helped me conceal my true identity from others, and that made it easy for me to adjust and live in every place possible. While others of my kind would live under heavy clouds, like the Cullens, or hide during the day and only go out at night, like the Volturi, I was walking around humans no matter the place, weather, or time of the day.

I was living in peace with them, and I wouldn’t wish to become somebody who could not control their thirst for human blood anyway. There were times when a tiny voice inside my head was telling me that it was okay if I wanted to try some blood; that it was in my nature to kill humans and taste their blood. I quickly silenced that tiny voice every single moment to avoid getting myself caught in weird situations with humans.

And though I said I had become apathetic, there was still a lot of pain left deep inside me; pain that I tried to mask, to hide. The pain of being alone, away from Embry; the pain that consumed me every time I was giving it the power to. So, I tried to occupy myself enough to forget about him. And, sometimes, it worked; other times, his image would burn up my mind, and then the memories would come back. More often than not, it was, mostly, memories of our fight.

But there were some good memories too. Memories of Embry and I in each other’s arms, or at the beach, or from the times we hanged out with the pack and the imprints. I missed Paul and Leah just as much as I missed Embry, though I missed Embry the most, out of every person I had ever met.

Embry was the one reason I had to live. I had always hoped to find my mate; to feel what the lucky few of us felt when they found their better halves. I was staying alive just hoping that I would find my mate once. And when I did, I may have been reserved at first, not because of Embry’s nature, but because of mine.

I was afraid that I would hurt him in some way; that our natures would inevitably clash, and that we would never be able to see eye to eye. But what we had seemed to be working at first, despite our clear differences. Though there was the obvious fear and worry for the unknown from both sides, we managed to work somehow. And we were good together.

Until I had to ruin everything by “trying to make Embry’s life better”. I actually thought I was helping him get rid of a huge weight off of him, but I was wrong. I shouldn’t have got myself involved in his family life. I shouldn’t have met up with his mother, let alone speak to her about Embry. Maybe I wasn’t meant to be in Embry’s life like that - I really didn’t know.

What I knew was that, despite what happened between us, I still missed him. I missed him so much. Every single day, I wished that I could turn back time and undo what I did, which I knew wasn’t possible, but I just wished I could. And I also hoped he missed me the same way I missed him.

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Embry’s POV

It’s been about a month since the last time I saw (Y/N). Everything was going great..for the others. For me, it was like living through a real-life nightmare. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, couldn’t think about anything, but her. I was becoming more and more miserable by the day. The pain and guilt were eating my mind, reminding me that I was the only one responsible for my current situation.

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195 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

Supergirl - A Paul Lahote x fem!Reader Story

A request from @cokcola4112

As usual, there are foul and sexual language and scenes, so if you're a minor, go with your own risk.

And it's a long one.

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217 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

We Belong Together - A Sam Uley x fem!Reader Imagine

A/N: I've been thinking for a long time about how I wanted to write a story with Sam, so there it is.

No. of Words: 5100+

Mentions of: Alcohol and Drug Abuse, Sex, Mental Illness, Patriarchy and its results, Foul Language, Underage Drinking

(Y/N)'s POV

"Sam, please, I need some time to just think about everything. It has all been a bit too much lately and I need to take some distance from all this before I go mad. Please, understand that." I pleaded desperately.

"(Y/N), please, don't go. I cannot stay away from you, you know that. I won't physically be able to function away from you. I love you too much." Sam pleaded, more desperate than me.

"I love you, too, Sam. But, all I'm asking is for some time alone, just to calm down, away from vampires and shifters; spend some time with my family, you know."

Sam sighed deeply and hugged me tightly. "I know. I understand, love. And I'll be here for you if you need anything. Don't hesitate to contact me. But please, don't stay away for too long. I need you close to me, (Y/N). I need to make sure you’re safe all the time." He kissed my forehead a few times, being his cute self that I missed lately.

I felt bad for leaving him back here in La Push. But the battle with the newborns had exhausted me mentally and emotionally. I was terrified all the time, not just for the people in the area or my family, but mostly for the pack, and even more for Sam. It wasn’t that I did not believe in their capabilities, but the imprinting made me more anxious, cautious and worried for his well-being, and it was taking a toll on my health.

Sam imprinted on me about 6 months earlier, when I came back home from graduating university and was visiting old friends in La Push. He was cliff diving with Jared, Paul, and Embry, which seemed terrifying for regular humans like myself, but not for the Wolfpack. They walked out of the water, stepping on the sand, and all it took was one look for him to imprint and me to fall madly in love with him.

And everything was going amazing until he revealed his true nature to me - that he was a shifter, the genes passing from generation to generation. To add to the responsibility, he was the Alpha of his pack. It took a lot of time to come to terms with the reality of things, and I decided I was okay with everything for Sam’s sake.

But the existence of vampires - being the shifters’ natural enemies - was shocking, to say the least. More so because my own father’s coworker, Dr. Carlisle, turned out to be one of the local vampire residents. To be completely honest, I always knew there was something otherworldly with him - there was no way a regular person could be as good-looking as him.

After that revelation, I was unsure and scared of what would happen if Sam got hurt or, worse, killed. I knew I wouldn’t be able to deal with that. When it was revealed that a newborn vampire army, led by the Cullens’ vampire enemy, would come to Forks, my anxiety hit the roof. I was scared for Sam and the pack; Sam was scared for me; we were both scared for each other.

It took me a lot of time, thinking, and weighting things to come to the decision that I needed time on my own; I needed to stay away from all this to feel like myself again. Unfortunately, that meant that I had to stay away from Sam, and though it pained me to be away from him, I knew that in order for the both of us to be well in the long run, one of us had to give the other one space. And I also knew that Sam wouldn’t willingly want to stay away from me, so I had to be the one to make that decision for the both of us.

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“Are you sure about this, (Y/N)? Moving away is a big decision, even if it’s for a short time, isn’t it? You’re going away just for the summer, right?” My dad was worried and clueless, as he was driving me to the airport.

“I really don’t know, dad. I may go back for the summer, or I may stay there for some time.” I didn’t feel like talking too much about my feelings right now. I couldn’t tell my parents the real reason why I wanted to go away, ‘cause that would include having to tell them about the tribe’s secret, which was way too serious and important to let others know. And while I was now part of this insight into the supernatural world, it became too much for me to handle over time.

“You know there’s still time to think about it. We can just go back home. Everyone’s going to be devastated if you leave. Your mom, your sister, your friends, your…boyfriend, too, I guess.” My family had met Sam when he came by our home some time after we got together. It was also the night I learned about the shifters, and I lost my sleep that night, trying to comprehend everything he told and showed me.

“I think I want to go away. Back home, to Greece, I mean. I want to live that experience. I haven’t really been back since we used to go there for vacation. I missed my grandparents, my aunts, uncles, cousins. I will have a place to stay there, and I’ll manage. I may even be able to get a job or something, I’ll see.”

“I guess I cannot stop you, can I? Just promise me that you’ll be careful and that you’ll take care of yourself. Don’t talk back to your grandparents. Don’t drink too much. Don’t eat too much pita gyro. I know you want to, but please don’t. It’s not healthy in the long run.” He laughed a bit, and I laughed along with him.

“I promise, mpampa (dad). Anything else I should look out for?”

“Did you take both of your passports? Both IDs? Driver’s license?”

“I did. Everything’s in my backpack.”

“Okay, I guess you are ready to go. Just say hi to my sister and groom for me when you see them, okay?”

“Okay, dad. I will.” I turned to look through the open window, breathing the crispy, woodsy air in, enjoying it for the last time. However, I failed to block out the howling that echoed through the woods.

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Sam’s POV

I had been feeling far more agitated than I usually did. The vampire threat may be gone for now, but so was (Y/N). I couldn’t think straight the majority of the time; while I had to stay focused and strong for the sake of the pack, I couldn’t be either at the moment. They wanted a committed leader to inspire, guide, and keep them grounded, but I couldn’t keep myself grounded, so how could I impose that on the others?

I had no choice but to anoint Jared as the temporary pack leader. Jared was the beta of the pack, and though he didn’t look as bright, he actually was really smart, and a trickster; I could count on him to find new ways to lead effectively, so I let him be. I knew he would do his best as my replacement.

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220 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Road Rage - A Paul Lahote x fem!Reader Imagine

Tagging (from previous Paul story): @xxx-wounded-angel-xxx @chocolatechipcookiesandcamembert @florence-end @emmy1148 @ilove-bts @crazyacegirl @emerald-jade1 @lahoete @navs-bhat @aquanova99

I was driving down the provincial roads of Washington, going towards La Push, where my friend, Nessie, and her family were waiting for me. “Immortale” by Måneskin was bursting through my rental car, which Nessie had arranged for me, as I was hitting the steering wheel in the rhythm of the song. I loved that song so much, I was singing it at the top of my lungs - at least, the parts I knew how to say.

(Y/N)’s POV

“Credimi, credimi, sono diventato immortale (Believe me, believe me, I became immortal).”

I was tired after flying for 20 hours and having to drive for another 4, but this song always brought my mood up. That, and the fact that I managed to sleep plenty of hours through the flights. I was counting down the hours until I reached La Push. It was Nessie’s birthday tomorrow, and she had invited me over to spend a few weeks with her and her family.

Nessie and I met when she came to my university as a study abroad student. At first, she only planned to stay here for a semester, but that turned into two semesters - the maximum time study abroad students were allowed to stay there. I was heartbroken when she had to go back home, but she had promised me she’ll do anything to meet again.

I didn’t know what it was with Nessie - or Renesmee, as she was officially named. She was such a fun person to be around. She made everyone feel welcome and happy, and she was probably the easiest person to get along with. She was up for anything, but she was also the most responsible out of everyone, kind of like the mom in our small group of her, me, and my four other friends.

I was getting more and more excited the closer I got to La Push, though I still had to drive within the required speed limits. It was really difficult to estimate the kilometers to miles, and thankfully the car was already in miles, but it was still difficult to keep up with the speed limits around here. The US was really strict with the speed limits, which I never experienced before, but better to be safe than sorry. I didn’t want to get deported or something, so I drove much slower than I usually did.

I liked driving fast, testing the car’s limits, as well as my own, and kind of brag about my driving to others. I liked driving fast, but I was also extremely cautious, and these two often clashed with each other. I would sometimes hate slow drivers, and other times I would wish other drivers drove more slowly. Unfortunately, I had terrible road rage in either case.

Fortunately, I was aware of where I could drive fast, and where I had better drive slowly and carefully. And these narrow, provincial roads were not made for speeding. They were steep from the constant rain, and they had too many turns to count - the very opposite of a road to speed on.

That, however, did not stop the asshole that was following me from almost bumping onto my car, speeding beyond my own comprehension, and almost colliding with the back of my car. Said asshole was flashing his car’s lights and honking at me as if any of these would actually make me go any faster. I was driving for over three and a half hours, just to come across this ass in the last 20 minutes of my driving.

The man kept honking and trying to scare me into speeding or moving over so he could run past me. I was a bigger asshole than he was and my anger rose rapidly as it usually did, so I stepped gently on my brakes, forcing him to step hard on his before he decided that enough was enough.

He stepped on his gas, and, with an abrupt movement, ran past me, before cutting me off and then speeding off like the ass he was. I sent a lovely open palm on his side, cursing him, and continued driving. My heart was beating fast all this time - a mix of fear and adrenaline, and I was slowly trying to calm myself down, but my hands were still shaking.

“Just a few more minutes, (Y/N). Just a few more minutes.”

I was trying to calm myself down, as I was known for getting too angry too quickly, and now, it was not the time for that. I had to remain calm and collected. It was Nessie’s birthday after all, and I didn’t want to ruin everything because of a random asshole. It would be the first time I met her family and friends, and I wanted to leave a good impression, not be the angry ass around here.

I reached the address she had given me after a few minutes. The house seemed small and old, slightly worn out by the rain and humidity, but the location, being slightly away from other houses around the area, offered peace and quiet. It wasn’t a place I would have imagined Nessie would be staying - she dressed too expensive, and spent a lot of money, at least when she was a study abroad.

“(Y/N)!” Ness ran up to me the second I walked out of my car. “I’m so happy you’re finally here! I missed you so much!” Nessie’s embrace was so tight and overwhelming, but warm and welcoming.

I took a step back to look at her. She hadn’t changed at all. She had the same sweet face, wavy curls, and bright smile as she always did.

“It’s nice to see you, too, Nessie. I missed you, too.” I answered back wholeheartedly, but the look on my face did not match my sincerity.

“Hey, boo, what happened? You don’t seem happy to be here.” Ness furrowed her eyebrows, looking at me worriedly.

“Well.. Can I vent to you a bit?”

“Of course, you can. Come on, let’s go inside and you can tell me everything.” She took my hand in hers, and she led me into the house.

The same house that looked old and worn out on the outside was nothing like its interior. It was so warm and welcoming, beautifully decorated with warm, earthly colors, and was actually much bigger than it looked from the outside. Ness sat me down on one of the couches in the living room.

“Now, tell me, what’s got you so upset?” She smiled encouragingly.

“Well, someone almost crashed on my car. I was driving slow, not just because of the police, but, you know, the roads were steep and I was scared. He came behind me. He was running really fast, and he kept honking and flashing his lights. And I got scared, but you know me, I wouldn’t just let this asshole do whatever he wants. So, I stepped on my brakes, he stepped on his. He was really mad, he moved past me, and cut me off. He almost sent me off-road! So, I just showed him my open palm as he drove away. I still feel the adrenaline and the fear run through me. It felt like a near-death experience.”

Ness was looking at me shocked. “Because it was! (Y/N), you have to be careful around here. Did you, at least, notice his face or anything? Do you remember his car, his car plate?”

“Well, I did notice him in my mirror. He was…handsome, but an asshole nonetheless.”

“I’m sorry for that, sweety. I hope you are better now. Would you like to meet the rest of my family?”

“I thought you said your actual family would be away for the week.”

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221 notes - Posted June 11, 2022

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okay but like here me out 😛🤞🏻 so you and Farleigh have been like broken up for a while and during a saltburn dinner he was accidentally sat in front of you and keeps saying like snarky comments and then like you finaly snap and ask to be excused to go to the bathroom buy in reality you actually go to the garden to smoke a cigarette (you started to smoke after the break up for like a comping mechanicim) and then he like follows you to the garden and you guys have a small argument/confrontation about something and it ends up with like him confusing he wants you back and a bunch of smut like BIGG SMUT (hope that made sence also I'm like really embarrassing writing this so also sorry for it being so long 😛😛)

𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ꣑୧

| pairing: farleigh x afab reader (readers race isn’t specified, you can imagine anything)

| warnings: angst (kinda throughout), smoking, cussing, confrontation, kissing, sliiiight slut shaming (?), confessing, smut, farleigh eating reader out, size kink (?), praise, soft mdom farleigh, missionary, sleep after

| a/n: this request made my toes curl so i literally had to write it… (i changed the dinner scene to a pub scene, i hope you still like it 😅🙏)

‘i could never hate you baby…’

you and farleigh had been together for a few years before you decided to end things with him. yeah you loved the man with everything in your being, but, why wouldn’t you? he was perfect for you. he was tall, handsome, stylish, and charming. what could you want more from a man?

and if you’re being fully honest, he wasn’t the reason you broke up with him. it was you. you just didn’t feel like you deserved him. and you hated yourself for doing that to him. it broke your heart to watch the way his smile slowly dropped as you broke the news to him. rewind to about 10 minutes before farleigh was expected to pick you up from your dorm to head down to the pub and hang out for one of your friends’ birthday. you couldn’t think of any other time to tell him so it was a now or never situation for you. when you heard a knock on your door followed by his voice calling out your name your heartbeat got faster. you walked up to the door and opened it to be greeted with farleigh’s smiling face. he has two party hats in his afro to be festive for your friends’ birthday party. he tried to lean down to give you a kiss but you stopped him by bracing your hands on his shoulders.

he pulled back, looking at you with a confused face. you pulled your hands back down to your side and avoided eye contact with him; guilt creeping up on you. “is- is something wrong?” he whispers softly as he reaches down to tilt your chin up with his pointer finger. he moved his hand to caress your cheek before you gently grabbed his hand and moved it off of your face. “can i tell you something?” you mutter while looking down at your feet. despite you already pushing him away twice, farleigh still put his hands on your arms — rubbing his thumbs over them to try and calm you down. he’s known you for a long time and can tell when you aren’t fully there.

“of course you can, why wouldn’t you be able to?” he replied. his voice just slightly shaking like he was scared what you were gonna tell him. “promise not to hate me…?” you mumble out. your vision starts to go blurry as tears form in your eyes from all the emotions happening at once. he looks at you confused, swallowing hard before finally answering your question. “i could never hate you baby…”

he lied.

after the breakup, you and farleigh never really interacted much. sure there would be a few glances here and there — but that was about it. the only reason you would ever see each other was because you’re best friends with his cousin; felix catton. he’s actually the whole reason you dated in the first place. he set the two of you up. he would always make sure that you and farleigh were seated next to each other whenever you and your friends would go to the pub.

he also invited you to come to saltburn for the summer.

great.

that means you still have to see farleigh. everyday. for 3 months straight.

fuck.

when you arrived at saltburn you were immediately greeted with felixs’ warm personality. he brought you in for a hug before ushering you to follow him into the house. when you walked in you were also met with someone who you expected to see; just not this early in the trip.

farleigh.

he was seated in a chair reading a magazine. he heard you and felix walking in the room but simply chose to ignore it and not look up. “farleigh, guess who’s here!” felix says with some umph in his voice. farleigh’s tone was quite the opposite. “and who could that be?-“ he says before looking up to see you looking at him with a shy, half smile. he paused — poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue before he stood up out of the chair. he raised his eyebrows as some way to say ‘hey’ before he turned and walked away. “you guys still not on good terms, huh mate?” felix says breaking the silence. “i… guess not.” you reply after a few seconds.

“cmon, lemme show you around.”

the first week of your summer vacation was fine. most of the time you, felix, and venitia farleigh would sometimes make an appearance would go and lounge at the pool. it was always scorching in your room and almost everytime you would walk out of your room to go to the pool, you would bump into farleigh about to do the same. and every time that happens, he’s never out there. does he actually hate you? it made your heart hurt each time he would catch you glancing at him and he would hurriedly look away. it made your eyes water each time you overhear felix asking for him to hang out and the first thing he says is ‘will she be there…?’ it made your knees weak each time you at least tried to make a conversation with him, and he would shut it down immediately.

farleigh would try his hardest to keep his distance from you. even at dinner. your first night there, felix was trying to make a plan to get you guys to at least say one thing to one another. “soo… ya heard that farleighs really into photography an’ all that?” felix suddenly spoke to you. the loudness of his voice compared to the stillness of the dining room almost made you choke on your drink. farleigh froze when he heard his name being mentioned. looking up from his plate, he followed felix’s gaze on who he was talking to until his eyes met yours.

“oh..? really…” you say confused. why was he talking to me about farleigh? you could’ve sworn for the first time in who knows how long you saw a faint twitch of his lips about to form into a smile. “yeah. i’ve recently gotten into photography.” soon enough you hear a chair scooting and feel the table slightly shake. “now if you’ll excuse me.” farleigh says in his usual sarcastic tone before he walks away to get ready for bed. you finish your meal quickly after he does, making your way to your room. when you walk in you almost immediately grab your things for a quick shower. you walk out of your bedroom and is met with farleigh about to knock on your door.

he takes a deep breath and says, “i know you see what felix is trying to do. and i also know that you’re trying to go along with it. well i’m not. i don’t wanna speak to you, i don’t wanna tell you about my life… i don’t even want you here. got it?” at each emphasis of his words, his voice got slightly louder, making you flinch a bit. you felt a familiar burning in your throat as he looked down at you. you don’t even get a chance to speak before you hurriedly pushed past him to make your way to the bathroom as soon as you felt tears forming in your eyes. you couldn’t let him see you like that — especially after the way you broke his heart not too long ago. you couldn’t be the weak one in this situation.

after that little incident — every time you even got a hint of farleigh being near, you would go the other direction. you didn’t wanna feel yourself damn near cry every time you saw the way he smiled when he wasn’t holding you, when he wasn’t around you, when he wasn’t thinking about you…

even during dinner. for the next few weeks, you wouldn’t utter a word at the table. you would never look up from your plate while eating. and once you were done you would clear your throat to announce that you were leaving. farleigh watched you get up to see if you would even glance at him.

nothing.

“she’s such a baby…” he scoffed out and rolled his eyes as you walked out of the dining room.

“what’s up wit’ her mate?” felix abruptly asks. “yeah she’s been awful quiet lately.” elspeth (felix and venetias mother) adds on. everyone at the table including felix’s father, sir james eventually turns to look at farleigh. they all know you guys dated. but we’re all clueless on how and why you guys broke up. farleigh notices the sudden silence in the room and looks up to realize all eyes are on him. he raises his eyebrows and slightly shakes his head as a form of saying ‘what?’

a few days later, it’s 8pm and you’re laying in bed. you feel your phone buzz and see a text from felix. ‘hey. venitia, farleigh, and i are gonna go to a local pub tn. you’re coming.’

well shit. you try to ignore the fact that he said farleigh was coming and got up to put on some new clothes. you think you should wear something cute today since you haven’t really been in the mood for doing that lately. so you grab one of your fav designed shirts, a miniskirt, some leg warmers, some red shoes and a red purse to match. you also do a half ponytail and a cute little red ribbon in your hair. you smile and twirl looking at your outfit in the mirror. but then you stop smiling. your friend asked where you got this purse the last time you wore it and for the sake of your life you can’t remember… ‘eh, it’ll come to me later.’

you meet the trio at the entrance of saltburn and by the look on farleigh’s face, felix probably didn’t tell him you were coming. you watch as his eyes scan over your outfit — and when they reach your purse he pushes his eyebrows together to make a slightly mocking face, and huffs out a laugh. you subtly look down to try and see what he’s laughing at. was something messed up about your outfit? did you put something on wrong without noticing? when your eyes finally meet your purse you freeze and realize.

farleigh got you this purse.

fuck.

you sigh heavily, wanting him to notice that you know what he’s laughing at. you walk closer to him, but then swiftly move so you can walk out of the door. when you guys make it to the pub, everyone almost instantly splits up. venetia goes to dance, felix is somewhere probably hooking up with a girl, and farleigh’s getting drinks. you’re sitting at the bar when you feel a hand tap your shoulder. you turn around and you’re met with a guy staring at you with a smile. “hey…” you say with a soft smile on your face. “hi, uh. i just wanted to say, i saw you walk in and i think you’re very beautiful.” the man has his hands at his side but is fidgeting with his button up tee. he’s very cute and soft spoken. probably a good fuck too. but you’re not worrying about that right now. you’re worried about how farleigh’s been watching your almost every move since you got here. he thinks you can’t see him, but really? he’s 6’5 and has that giant ass afro, what makes him think he’s so unnoticeable. when you and the guy get deep into a conversation, farleigh walks up to the bar beside him.

the man makes a joke and it actually makes you laugh. like a genuine laugh. farleigh was only used to hearing you laugh like that at his jokes so of course he thought you were trying to get his attention. you hear him huff out a laugh before he whispers ‘fucking slut…’ the guy you’re talking to suddenly stops making jokes and turns around to farleigh. “what did you just say?” farleigh shrugs and says “hm? nothin’.” then looks away from the man and looks at you, raising his eyebrows as a way of saying ‘hey, you.’ you squint your eyes at him as he raises his cup to his lips. he knows you heard him. he’s trying to fuck with you because he’s one of the only people who can get under your skin that easily. you would catch him glancing back and forth at you and each time he would look away, he would do that fucking smirk.

the thing that actually got to you was when farleigh tapped the guy on his shoulder and says, “hey, the people you came with told me to tell you that they’re leaving dude.” and in less than a heartbeat, the guy was gone. and you didn’t even get a chance to get his fucking number. obviously farleigh lied to him. what was wrong with him??? you stood up abruptly, snatching up your purse. “fuck you.” you spit out to farleigh before you walk out of the pub to go stand outside in the back. when you get outside you go to lean on a ledge, rubbing the temples of your head. you feel that familiar burn in your nose again as tears start to roll down your face. you grab your lighter followed with a cigarette. you didn’t really smoke as much as you do now before you and farleigh broke up. as soon as you light the cigarette and start wiping your tears, you hear the wood from the balcony of the pub creak. you turn around and you’re met with farleigh’s semi sympathetic face. it immediately turns up into a confused look when he saw you take a drag of the cigarette.

“the fuck are you doing… smoking?” he walks closer to you, grabbing your wrist. you snatch your arm back — trying to back away from him only to be stopped by the ledge. he gets closer, grabbing your wrist with one hand and taking the cigarette out with the other and throwing it on the ground. you look up at him with a certain look in your eye. one that makes him finally loosen his grip on your wrist. it was a look of hatred. something he had never seen from you. he let out a deep sigh — breaking the silence, before finally speaking out. “can we talk…?”your face slightly softens. but then you look confused. now? of all times he wants to talk to me…

“what is there to talk about?” you say before leaning back onto the ledge since he basically has you trapped underneath him. the way he’s looking down at you makes you feel some type of way. you guys haven’t been this close in forever. you see his hand slowly move up to your face, as if he was scared of you pushing him away. just like you did the last time he was this close to you. he uses his thumb to wipe a tear from your cheek that you hadn’t even known fell. “us. can we talk about us?” you crossed your arms as you avoided his strong gaze. he removes his hand from your face before shoving his hands in his pants pockets, waiting for an answer from you. “farleigh i dunno if i’m mistaken but… not too long ago you made it pretty clear that you didn’t wanna talk to me. about anything.”

“i know, i know, it’s just…” he pauses as he takes a hand from his pocket to pinch his nose bridge. “i just didn’t wanna hurt myself more.”

what? what does he mean? ‘hurt myself more’? you finally look back up at him. his eyes soften when he looks into your little doe eyes. you can’t even comprehend how much he missed looking into your eyes like this. “w-what do you mean by-“ you cut yourself off with a sniffle. “by hurt yourself more…” he removed his hand from his nose bridge when he heard you speak out. he tossed his head back before he let out a quiet groan. he’s not used to talking about his emotions like this. but you were different. different to the point that he would try new things for you. so he had to answer your question. “what i mean by that is — i didn’t wanna fall for you again… so i-” “so you kept your distance.” you finish his sentence with a hint of sadness in your voice. but you were still confused. why did he act as if he hated you… if all he was trying to do was protect himself. “so why did you do all that stuff to me… why did you call me that in there?” you say quietly as you wrap yourself into your own arms. you do it mostly because it’s cold but also because you’re upset. farleigh notices what you’re doing so he swiftly removes his jacket and gives it to you. oh shit he looks good. but that’s not the point. he still has to explain himself. “fuck… i- i don’t know. i think it was out of jealousy…” jealousy? you feel yourself about to cry again as farleigh reaches out to cradle your face with one of his hands. “farleigh, what the hell are you talking about… jealousy?”

“i just didn’t want you with him… it was either me or no one…” he whispers out.

the tears started to come down harder when you feel his touch on your face. you missed it. you missed it so much. “for the longest time… i- i thought you hated me.” you sob out quietly. “i thought i was dead to you-“ you get cut off with farleigh’s lips on yours. he used his free hand to grab onto your waist to pull you closer to him. your arms went to rest on his chest as you both let out a sigh into the kiss. you both missed each other and you know it. his thumb was rubbing your cheek soothingly before he whispered into the kiss, “i told you, i could never hate you baby…”

the kiss got sloppy pretty quickly. the outside air was filled with your soft whimpers followed with farleigh’s moans. “i missed you… so fucking much.” you whine out. “i know baby, i know…” he moaned out as he moved his lips from yours and onto your neck. he would leave little bites and marks, but would kiss and lick them to soothe them. you moved your hands off his chest to feel as much of him as you could, to make sure this wasn’t a dream. you rubbed down from his stomach to his waist. you kept one hand there while the other moved over to cup his growing erection in your hand. his hand moved from your cheek to your other hip when you did that. he kept leaving tiny kisses on your neck before he breathed out, “can i take you home… please?” as he looks up at you from the crook of your neck.

the pub was within walking distance of saltburn, so you and farleigh left felix and venitia to walk home together. you were holding onto his hand as he left felix a text message saying you both were going home. farleigh put his phone away and let you guide him back to the house. soon enough he got a string of text messages from felix saying stuff like ‘you both?’ and ‘together?’ but he wasn’t bothered to check his phone and reply back to his cousin. as soon as the two of you enter the doors, farleigh follows you up the stairs to your bedroom. you can barely open the door before he turns you around and puts his lips on yours. he walks you into the room, and flips you back around putting your back on the door. he’s kissing you like he’s starved — slipping his tongue into your mouth as he lets out a long whine. he kisses down from your cheek, to your collar bone until he is all the way down on his knees. he maintains eye contact with you as he pulls down your skirt, followed with your underwear. “here, lift this up f’me…”

he grabs the back of your thigh, tossing it over his shoulder. he starts kissing between your legs, causing you to clench over nothing. he brings his middle finger up to your soaked slit, sliding it through. he curves his finger down and pushes it in your cunt. he groans at the way his finger easily slips into your hole. “fuckkk baby, you’re fucking soaked.” he brings his mouth closer to your cunt, leaving tiny kisses near it. he then slips in his ring finger, curling them up. you bring your hand up into his hair, tangling your fingers into his curls. he uses his tongue to tease at your clit while his fingers continue to work in and out of your sopping wet cunt. “f-farleigh… m’close,” you whimper out when he starts to move his fingers faster.

“i know, i know… jus’ let go f’me love.” he moans out into you when your grip on his hair gets tighter each time he gives more attention to your clit. farleigh knew your body — he knew all of your sensitive spots and exactly how to make you feel good. which is why it didn’t take him long to make you cum. since there was a large size difference between the two of you guys, it also caused his fingers to be big compared to you. farleigh continued to coax you through your orgasm, letting you ride it out on his fingers. “there you go, you did so well baby.” he stood up — and if he wasn’t holding onto your waist, you’re sure you would’ve fell over from your legs being this weak. he brought his fingers up to his mouth, lapping up all your juices off of them. once he finishes licking his fingers clean, he lifts you off the floor; carrying you to your bed. farleigh lays you on your back as he nestles between your legs. he lets out a sigh when he feels your legs wrap around his waist.

your stomach turns from excitement when you hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. you sit up a bit and reach down to palm him through his underwear. he lets out a stifled moan, watching how your eyes stay on his as your fingers nimbly pull his cock out of his boxers. the tip was already leaking precum from the friction of him rubbing against his pants. he was painfully hard, just wanting to slip inside you already. he let out a soft whine when he felt your warm hand wrap around him, slowly stroking him from tip to base. when he finally felt that he couldn’t wait any longer, he leaned down and easily put his tip in just from how wet you were. you whine, almost pleading for him to start moving his hips. it’s almost like he can read your mind because almost instantly he started to rock his hips back and forth. the way your pussy sucks him in is almost like a spell on him. he sees the your eyebrows turn up from his cock stretching you out. his eyes are stuck on the grip your pussy has on him and how your practically painting his cock. he couldn’t take his eyes off the sight until he sees you looking away from him.

he keeps one hand next to your face on the bed and uses the other to gently grab your chin to face him again. “ah ah… eyes on me, remember?” he says softly before he leans down to kiss your jawline and collarbone. when he pulls away he can’t help but smile down at you. he think it’s so cute the way you go dumb on his dick and he’s barely done anything yet. the little whimpers and whines you let out are one of the only things keeping him going. your hands slide underneath his shirt, wanting to feel closer to him. then suddenly he pulls out most of the way and slams back into you. your nails dig into his back, his muscles tensing up from all of these sensations at once. you swore you were going crazy from the way he felt in you. whenever he felt you clench down on him, he would choke out a whimper. “b—aby, you can’t keep doing that, m’tryna last…”

farleigh let go of your face only to move it to grab onto your waist. he wanted to feel closer to his girl. he buried his face into your neck, biting at it to try his hardest to cover his noises. that method didn’t work, it only made them slightly muffled. and you were glad. you liked knowing you made him feel good just from the tiny sounds he made when your cunt was tightly wrapped around him. you can feel his hips stuttering as he tried his best to reach his orgasm. “farleigh- baby i’m close pl—ease…” you whimper into his ear. he pulls away from your neck, latching his lips onto yours. he melts into the kiss, his hips continuing to move back and forth. your moans line up with one another’s, yours getting higher in pitch with each thrust farleigh does. “mhm… there you go, let go for me…”

and that does it. you feel that feeling in your stomach snap as a familiar hot bliss takes over you. this was the best you had felt in such a long time. “missed you so much…” is all farleigh mutters out before the both of you pass out in one another’s arms.

the next morning you’re the little spoon in farleigh’s arms. you reach over to the nightstand to see a text from felix that says, ‘i guess you guys are back cool huh? ;)’

#farleigh catton #farleigh smut #farleigh start smut #farleigh x you #farleigh saltburn #saltburn #archie madekwe #save me archie madekwe…

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iris.

⇥ info: hyunjin + exhibitionist; explicit smut

You still couldn’t believe you were sitting alone at the dining table across from Felix.

Wearing vibrating underwear.

Hyunjin had excused himself to the bedroom to take a call from work, which you knew was a lie. He was dragging this out, torturing you ever so slowly.

You exchanged awkward glances with Felix, who seemed none the wiser to your current condition. Meanwhile, the steady vibrations against your clit had you biting your lip to stifle a moan.

It had been after a very memorable, passionate fucking that Hyunjin asked you if there was anything you would like to try in the bedroom. Hyunjin was the first relationship you’d been in where you felt you could openly discuss your kinks. There was no judgement, only interest.

So, thanks to being in a malleable state after such good sex, you told him, “I’ve always wanted someone to watch.”

Hyunjin grinned mischievously.

The two of you were naked in bed, tangled together, in that soft and fuzzy place just before drifting off to sleep. You told Hyunjin that you would enjoy someone watching you get railed by your boyfriend.

Who the lucky person would be - you didn’t know.

That was when Hyunjin said, “Felix has a crush on you.”

The surprise was obvious on your face. You had no clue.

Felix was always friendly with you, but no more than that. He was respectful of your relationship with Hyunjin, who was arguably one of his closest friends. Even though he admitted to Hyunjin that he was attracted to you, he swore to never act on it.

To Hyunjin, it was a harmless crush, but now, it seemed like a golden opportunity.

When he invited Felix over for dinner, Felix didn’t think twice about it. He would hang out with you guys all the time, but this was definitely the first occasion that it was just the three of you.

None of the other guys were invited.

Felix had also been surprised when he sat at the dining table and there was no food. Hyunjin instructed you to sit directly across from him and then excused himself to take a phone call.

Felix was starting to get suspicious.

And that was when he heard it. The low hum of vibrations.

You were gripping the sides of your chair tightly, hands hidden beneath the table. It didn’t help that Hyunjin had been teasing you with the panties for almost an hour before Felix arrived, edging you but never letting you finish.

“Is your phone vibrating?” Felix asked.

You shook your head and tried to reply without trembling, “No. Why?”

“I thought I heard something.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, eyes darting to the bedroom door where you knew Hyunjin was hiding. You could just imagine him chuckling at your expense.

As if on cue, Hyunjin stepped out, muttering bullshit apologies.

“So, did you order dinner?” Felix asked curiously.

“No,” Hyunjin replied, moving to stand behind you. He reached into his pocket and clicked off your vibrating panties with the remote, smirking when you breathed out in relief.

“Did you cook something?” Felix pressed, definitely noticing the way you’d just relaxed.

Hyunjin slipped his hands around you and made you stand up. “Nope,” he said, smoothing his hands over your waist. “Did she come?”

Felix’s eyes flickered. “What?”

“Did she orgasm?” Hyunjin sounded impatient. A tone that made both you and Felix nervous.

And obedient.

Your heart was racing and you could tell Felix’s was too. He looked like he was seriously evaluating his surroundings, trying to convince himself he wasn’t balls deep in a fantasy.

“I don’t think so,” Felix finally said, his voice a little weak.

“Good,” Hyunjin crooned, pressing a kiss to your cheek. His hands began to wander as he spoke, “Remember what we talked about, Felix?”

Felix’s mouth ran dry. “Yeah.”

“You think you’re up for it now?”

Your eyes met and you could see that Felix wanted to scream “yes!” at the top of his lungs, but he was trying to maintain some composure. You also realized that Hyunjin had apparently talked to Felix about your little request.

That thought made you press your thighs together. You were imagining Hyunjin and Felix openly talking about you, your body and your sex. You wondered if they got hard just thinking about you and it made you even hotter.

Finally, Felix rasped, “I’m down if she is.”

Hyunjin reached under your little black dress, the one he had instructed you to wear, and returned with the vibrating panties, tossing them to the floor. You braced your hands on the dining table for balance as he did so, shivering with lust when you heard the familiar sound of him undoing his belt behind you.

Felix was hyper aware of every last detail about you. The tiny trace of nerves in your eyes, which was being drowned by excitement. The way your nails scraped over the surface of the table. The soft catch in your breath when Hyunjin kneaded your hips in his broad hands.

Hyunjin kissed a scorching path up the side of your neck and spread your legs with his knee. He finally took his focus off you to look at Felix and taunted, “She’s so wet. I’ve been edging her for an hour. Just for you.”

Felix swallowed. His throat felt painfully dry. Had he been panting?

Your eyes winched closed and your lips parted with a moan when Hyunjin pushed his cock inside you. You were so slick with arousal and teasing that he glided right in, sheathing to the hilt.

Hyunjin started off slow, his arms wrapped snugly around your waist as he thrust into you. He kissed your neck and nibbled at your ear, smirking when you hummed quietly in pleasure. You were so fucking turned on he almost couldn’t stand it, grunting in his throat at the wet squelch of your pussy sucking him back in.

Felix was convinced he would die. His heart was trying to tear its way out of his chest, beating so hard and loud he just knew the two of you could hear it. His cock was rock hard in his pants and he desperately wanted to touch himself, but Hyunjin hadn’t given him permission.

And given the view he was getting, he did not want to piss off Hyunjin. The lucky bastard that was fucking you raw right in front of him.

You moaned and threw yourself back against Hyunjin, meeting his pace hungrily. He rewarded your desire by reeling a hand back and smacking your ass. Being denied an orgasm for so long had driven you to insanity. The ache between your legs was borderline painful.

Felix couldn’t breathe. If he didn’t know any better, he would think he had been engulfed in flames, burning alive. Hyunjin was taking you from behind roughly, like you were solely his to take, sending a loud slap echoing through the quiet apartment when he collided his body into yours.

Getting drunk on how good it felt to have Hyunjin inside you, not to mention how fucking aroused you were from being watched, you got a little too bold and started bouncing your hips impatiently into his, whining, “Harder.”

Hyunjin had been waiting for you to run out of patience. He knew it was only a matter of time. You restraint was admirable, but not limitless. The little demand had barely left your mouth and Hyunjin fisted a hand in your hair and shoved you down, pinning you to the dining table.

Felix met your eyes and he wanted to swallow you whole.

“She forgets who’s in control sometimes,” Hyunjin crooned, his grip on you merciless and unforgiving despite the tiny plea that left your lips. “That’s okay. I love reminding her.”

You moaned at a hard thrust and tried to find purchase on the table. Hyunjin slammed his cock into you and keeping your audience in mind, you restrained yourself from chanting his name like a mantra. You had to preserve some dignity, damn it.

Hyunjin glanced up. “Felix?”

“Yeah?”

“You can touch yourself now.”

Felix couldn’t get his dick out fast enough. His hard cock twitched and he moaned the moment his hand wrapped around the head.

“She’s so tight and warm,” Hyunjin hissed, not immune to the effects of your body on him, but still enjoying the hell out of this power trip on both of you. “And she gets even tighter when she comes.”

Felix pumped his cock in his fist and staggered out, “Are you gonna let her come?”

Hyunjin was nonchalant. “Mm-hm.”

You moaned at how they talked about you like you weren’t even there, as if you weren’t currently pinned to the table taking Hyunjin’s dick like a champ. His hand was on the nape of your neck, fingers still tangled in your hair, and his other hand was pressed to your hip, keeping you in place.

Hyunjin stifled a groan in his throat at the sounds leaving your pretty mouth and growled, “Tell him how good you feel, baby.”

“You’re so deep. Fuck,” you whimpered and it was the truth. That big cock stretched you out so good.

Hyunjin eyed Felix from across the table. Exerting dominance over you always made his dick hard, but Felix’s presence got him even more turned on. Felix was being so submissive without a single touch from either of you.

Felix sighed out a shaky breath as he jerked his cock in his fist. His gaze was fixated to you. Your eyes kept fluttering closed, your face tensing with pleasure. Felix had always found you beautiful, but goddamn, you were even more beautiful getting fucked.

It took every bit of his self-control not to crawl across the table. Your mouth was open as you gasped for air, little moans leaving you while Hyunjin pounded into your wet sex. And Felix wanted to kiss you and slip his tongue past your lips.

Hyunjin threw his head back, tossing his long hair out of his face. Sweat was beading on his skin, running down his neck. “Where should I come, Felix? Should I come all over her ass or face? Or should I fuck her full of cum?”

Felix had to think about it. He wished he could pick all three. Since that wasn’t an option, he picked the best one. “Fuck her full.”

You shivered, tempted to tell Felix that was the correct answer.

Hyunjin tugged on your hair and chided playfully, “Aren’t you gonna thank him, baby girl?”

“Thank you, Felix,” you whimpered. At this point, you would do anything and everything Hyunjin wanted as long as kept slapping his hips into your ass, driving his cock hard and deep against your sweet spot.

Hyunjin kept his steady pace. With the way you tried not to squirm but your lower body began to move involuntarily, he knew you were close. You just needed a little more. “What do you think, baby? Should I let him taste you?”

You gasped in surprise. The mere thought turned you on so badly there was a definite tightening between your thighs. Hyunjin felt it, because he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.

The two of you had agreed Felix was under no circumstances allowed to touch you. Your body - and your heart - belonged to Hyunjin and Hyunjin only.

But Hyunjin had found a tiny loophole.

When you nodded, Hyunjin let his hand slide from your hip to your folds, rubbing his fingers on your clit. You cried out, reaching back to grab handfuls of his shirt. The strain was uncomfortable on your arms, but you needed something to hold onto, something to anchor you to sanity.

And only Hyunjin could do that.

Felix kept stroking his cock in sync with Hyunjin’s thrusts into your pussy. The sound of him bottoming out inside you made Felix green with envy. God, he wished that was him. He just knew you felt out of this world.

Hyunjin throttled his cock into you, rubbing furious circles on your clit and growled in your ear, “Let go, baby. I got you.”

You cried out your lover’s name as you finished. Your body clenched with orgasm and your legs shook, your back arching. Hyunjin pinned you even harder to the table and moaned, release knocking the wind out of him as he painted your walls with cum.

He had planned to hold off a little longer, but your cunt milked him for all he was worth.

Hearing you climax and seeing Hyunjin fill you with his load made Felix spill into his own hand, mangled groans leaving his pretty lips.

You tilted your head a little, your cheek still pressed to the table, and chuckled darkly. It made something flare in the pit of your stomach, unraveling two boys at once with just your body. And one of them hadn’t even touched you.

Hyunjin returned a hand between your legs and cupped your sex, gathering your juices on his fingers and making a little dirty comment about how much you creamed all over his cock. Then, he held out two fingers to Felix and said, “Suck.”

Felix, still dazed, didn’t hesitate to lift from his chair and lean across the table, taking Hyunjin’s digits into his mouth. You watched, practically drooling, as Felix cleaned your release off your boyfriend’s fingers.

It was a loophole you didn’t mind in the least.

Hyunjin withdrew his hand and peered down at you pliant and limp beneath him. You were totally spent and exhausted, so satisfied you couldn’t put it into words.

“Hyunie,” you purred, always mindful to be submissive when your boyfriend was in this headspace. “Let me sit up. Please.” Your back was beginning to protest the position.

Hyunjin immediately released his hand from your neck, your hair slipping through his fingers, and took a step back, his soft cock sliding out of your cunt. His hands flew to your waist, making sure your dress fell back to where it belonged, keeping you covered from the other pair of eyes in the room.

“I’m okay,” you said softly when he asked. Felix had asked also, making sure he didn’t go too far either. This was yours and Hyunjin’s little world, he was just a temporary guest.

But he definitely enjoyed his stay.

Hyunjin and Felix exchanged glances, and your boyfriend asked him, “You alright over there?”

“Never better,” Felix huffed, his voice a little huskier after tucking his dick back into his pants.

You flushed, biting your lip. Neither you nor Hyunjin had discussed what would happen afterward. “I hope this doesn’t make anything awkward between us, Felix,” you spoke up, concerned.

Both Hyunjin and Felix stared at you fondly. Your voice was so sweet and airy. It took all of two seconds to realize both men were in love with you.

Felix held up his hands and shook his head. “No awkwardness here. If I can shower with seven dudes - your boyfriend included - and still be friends with them, then this will be no different.”

You giggled, having heard more than your fair share of stories involving the time they all lived together in a dorm.

“Are you sure?” Hyunjin questioned.

Felix’s brows stitched. “Hm?”

You peered up at your boyfriend, who still had his arms around you. In that instant, you noticed his grip had gotten a little stronger, like he had seen a threat. You sank deeper into his embrace and smoothed your hand over his arm, coaxing your lover like only you could. “Hyunie,” you purred, rising to your tiptoes and pressing a little kiss to his neck.

Hyunjin relaxed. You were his. This little territorial display didn’t need to go any further. Flashing a smile, Hyunjin said, “You can clean up in the bathroom.”

Felix didn’t waste any time in making for the bathroom.

You finally turned around to face your boyfriend. He smirked knowingly down at you, nuzzling your nose with his own. You reached back to the table and hoisted yourself up, sitting on the edge.

Hyunjin popped your legs around his hips without hesitation, caging you in his arms. You cradled his face in your hands, kissing him gently.

“Thank you,” you whispered, pressing another kiss to his lips. And another. Like you couldn’t get enough. “For giving me a safe space to explore myself.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied sweetly. “You’re my safe space too.”

You felt warmth flush through you at that and you shared a few more kisses. Then, you broke away and said, “We really should order food. The least we can do is feed him.”

“Dinner and a show. Just obviously not in that order,” Hyunjin quipped.

You laughed and the sight of your smile made Hyunjin squeeze you tightly, almost knocking you back onto the table with his eagerness to steal another kiss.

~ 🌹

#hyunjin #stray kids #hyunjin smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #hyunjin x reader #skz x reader #hyunjin imagines #skz imagines

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etrevil · 2 years ago

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Look at me, imagining a Secret daughter of the Cold CEO type of story with this.

Basically, it can go three ways.

First, the "secret" implies that Claude doesn't know who Athanasia is. She could be a starting intern in his company and demeanor reminds him of Diana (and like fuck, she is alive here). Thus, they grow closer. Eventually, Athanasia felt mischievous one day and invited her boss (who now gives her gifts daily in a platonic way) to her house for dinner. Claude was going to refuse, but Athanasia pulled out her year-old manipulation tactic called "puppy eyes". And BOOM- Claude and Diana meet, some emotional moments, while Athanasia is munching on popcorn with another CEO's child named Lucas.

Second, Athanasia is a toddler who wanders into the Obelian Company building. It basically replicates their first meeting, but Diana is actively trying to find Athanasia. Lily is the one Felix finds and realizes she's looking for a child, whom just fits the description of the small toddler chatting away with the CEO. Cue some adorable baby adventures between Claude and Athanasia while Diana is stressed; ending with a beautiful family moment.

The fact Athanasia is Claude's daughter or not changes some things- if she isn't, Claude has to woo Diana. If she is, Claude has to woo Diana (who is already in love) again. Baby Athy is just cheering them on, while she's also ruling over her preschool where a "dumb" Lucas is her arch nemesis (her words, not mine). Jennette is her best friend, because I need more happy content between them.

Third and final, Athanasia is a teenager who uses a secret identity to enter high school because she wants to live a normal life. Claude is extremely protective, but when Anastacius says Jennette is doing the same (alive Penelope and Diana rocks), Claude gives in. Thus, the two enter a seemingly normal high school where they just naturally attract attention. Athanasia finds an annoying Lucas trying to steal her homework, while Jennette gets to reunite with her childhood best friend Ezekiel (platonic, because I like them being siblings).

I am now done.

#who made me a princess #wmmap #suddenly became a princess one day #sbapod #athanasia de alger obelia #wmmap athanasia #claude de alger obelia #wmmap claude #jennette de alger obelia #wmmap lucas #rant #story ideas

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evanox · 2 years ago

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Day 3: Starsworn (+ modern au?)

I decided I'm using LegacyTober to try and resurrect abandoned drafts. This one has been here for months. After I wrote the Sage x Rime post, I wanted to try my hand at what the dynamic would look like between the other Starsworn. (Can be read as platonic or romantic, up to you!) Won't be doing taglist bc I don't want people to feel like I'm shoving my crack ships down their throats jhgjh

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Felix x Anisa

I was crying over a scratch on my knee. No one could come to my aid, for you see, I was quite the rebellious child⁠—still am, but that's neither here nor there⁠—and thought it was a good idea to sneak out to the playground all by myself. A tumble from the slide made me regret that decision very quickly, at least at the time.

Then you came along, like an angel descended from the heavens, and washed away the blood with water from your pink Hello Kitty bottle. You gently pressed a folded tissue to the scratch until the bleeding ceased, then hugged me until I stopped crying. Not once did you complain about all the tears and snot I must've gotten all over your shoulder.

Papa had already found me by then, and all was well, but you still insisted on splitting your chocolate bar with me. You said it was your favorite.

I looked to you every day since then like the sunflowers look to the sun, and you always shone just as brightly. I bet you still do. I never found the confidence to tell you, and we've already parted ways, and I wonder when or if I'll ever see you again, but you'll always be my first love. I cherish every cheesy line of poetry I wrote about your big smile and emerald eyes on the back of my notebook.

I also remain grateful for the friendship we've had. I find myself wondering from time to time what you might be up to now. I've always had a feeling you're meant for greatness.

I still remember what brand your favorite chocolate bar was.

Anisa x Sage

I was really hoping my last years of high school would go smoothly. I had a vision, you know. Terrible distractions, you and Felix⁠—you more so than him. I say that with the fondest smile on my face, not that either of you needs to know.

Those would've been some terribly dull years had it not been for you two.

You, however... I hate how often your shitty pick-up lines made me feel like the most special girl in the world. I know you said them to anything with a beating heart. Honestly, the only reason you got away with any of it was your stupid, charming smile.

Everyone said we'd look really hot together at prom (ugh, as if!), but I never paid them much mind. I much preferred being your competition for the hearts of the cheerleaders. Of course, that didn't stop you from saying I'd look "smokin' hot" in red. I told you you had no authority on what's fashionable. I avoided you at the party because I didn't want to see your smug smirk when I did come in red.

Looking back, I find it all very funny, endearing even. I was so fussy, wasn't I? I'm lucky you have a ridiculously big heart (I can already imagine what face you'd make if anyone told you that, but it is true) and knew how to have fun.

Another thing I'll never tell you: you looked very good at the reunion. Sometimes I wonder what it would've been like if we actually went for it, you and I.

Sage x Felix

Ill-mannered, loud, vulgar, the list goes on and on... I've once looked down upon your antics with disdain. I am now more grateful than ever for the absolute riot you are.

I don't understand why I was so worried about inviting you over to play that one time. How else would I have gotten some of the most priceless, horrified faces out of my father? Since then, you have always been—and will always be—welcome to dinner at our place. Truth be told, I do not know how I could weather another family reunion without you.

(I'd tell you papa enjoys your company immensely too, but I fear what you would do with that information.)

If my father did not rush to judge you so harshly, he would've known what a great friend you are too. (If he thinks you're the reason I am so "rebellious," then that old man doesn't know me as well he claims he does). I know it's hard for you to sit still and listen to what I'm saying, and maybe half my words go through one ear and out the other but you still try⁠—if the concentrated furrow between your brows is anything to go by⁠—and that means the world to me.

I can't say I'm too certain about how I feel about you. At least, I was certain at some point: you're the greatest friend I could ask for. Then there are times when you look at me in that way, and I can't tell if you're only teasing. You probably are, but hells, I'd be lying if I said that didn't make me feel something.

I doubt it matters much how I feel. For one as perceptive as you are, you sure wouldn't know a hint if it slapped you in the face. I suppose that's part of your charm.

#last legacy #fictif #fictif last legacy #legacytober #felix iskandar escellun #sage lesath #anisa anka #felix escellun #last legacy anisa #last legacy sage #last legacy felix

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es-kay-zee · 3 years ago

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their favourite memory with you

taglist: @bxngchxn @jisungsplatforms @qtieskz @hyunsluvv

chan

hand's down it's the time you forced him to watch your favourite movie. he'd asked you what your favourite movie was one night and upon telling him the answer, he revealed that he'd never seen it. you were immediately offended, starting a mini rant about how it's the best movie ever made and how dare he never have seen it. he loved seeing how passionate you got over something so simple and it made him fall more in love with you. actually, that was the moment he first realised that he was in love with you. you had immediately dragged him over to sit on the couch and put the movie on. you made him watch it and if he was completely honest, he didn't love the movie. but he loved the fact that you did. and of course he would never tell you that he wasn't a fan so he told you it was pretty good and now you've both watched that movie more times than either of you can count but he wouldn't change that for the world.

minho

minho had shown up at your house on a snowy winter's day, dragging you out from the warmth of your bed to go for a walk in the snow with him. it was freezing cold, even despite your warm clothes, but not even the cold could detract from spending time with minho. you'd fallen over at least twice on the walk, slipping on the icy footpath, and minho laughed at you each time, but he was also quick to help you back to your feet. when you guys finally made it back home, you both curled up in bed , snuggling together as you both fell asleep.

changbin

changbin's favourite memory with you is that time you both drove to the beach one evening. it was a summer's night and he came and picked you up, driving all the way out to the beach. you both sat down on the sand, snuggling together as you watched the sun set over the ocean waves. it was just such a peaceful moment. you guys waited for the beach to clear of any other people before stripping off all your clothes and running down to the water's edge. you'd barely dipped your toes into the water, deciding it was too cold. but changbin came running up behind you, picking you up and walking out into the water with you. you both swam for a little while, splashing each other under the light of the stars. and once the water got too cold, you both headed back to the car and drove back home.

hyunjin

hyunjin and you drove around for ages in the early hours of the morning. it was foggy as you both drove through the city, music blasting over the stereo and you both singing along at the top of your lungs. the windows were wound down and the wind blew through your hair. you guys hit every red light imaginable, but it didn't matter. you had each others company as you drove around aimlessly. there was something so pure about the whole thing and hyunjin loved it so much he made it a weekly tradition to do an early morning drive.

jisung

jisung always fondly thinks back to the one and only time you attempted to cook a home-made dinner for the two of you. you'd invited him around to your place. it ended up being an absolute disaster the moment he arrived at your place, finding the kitchen filled with a thin veil of smoke and you trying to waft said smoke out an open window. needless to say, the food was burnt to all hell and you both just laughed for a solid 5 minutes before ordering take-out and chilling for the rest of the night.

felix

your guys' first date. as much as felix wishes his first date with you was magical and perfect, it was anything but. he'd forgotten to make reservations at the nice restaurant you guys had agreed to go to, and when you both showed up hoping for a spare table to be available, you were turned away, the restaurant being too busy for the night. felix had apologised profusely, but you'd assured him it was fine. small talk for the night was kinda awkward and he made more lame jokes than he'd like to admit, but you laughed at every single one. the date ended up being you guys, dressed in attire fit for a fancy restaurant, sitting on a park bench eating ice-cream. felix was surprised when you'd agreed to a second date. but he often likes to remember that first date because, as much of a small disaster as it was, it was still the start of the best relationship of his life.

seungmin

seungmin had shown up at your place, intending on hanging out, but instead found you hunched at your desk working on an upcoming research paper for your class. you'd simply pointed to your bed and held your finger up to your lips, signaling for him to sit there silently and he did just that, not wanting to disturb your working. you'd worked on that research paper for many hours, neither of you saying anything, before you finally joined him on the bed. seungmin just felt so at peace that night, watching you put in all your energy into that paper. he's had many fun memories with you, but that night, despite it's simplicity, is his absolute favourite.

jeongin

whenever jeongin feels even slightly down, he always thinks back to the time he'd texted you saying he was feeling a bit stressed and you very quickly showed up at his door with a bouquet of flowers for him. he just found the gesture so incredibly sweet and heart-warming and it always cheers him up to remember that you'd dropped everything to buy him his favourite flowers and spend the night with him. it ended up being the night he confessed his love to you out of the blue which is why that night is also one of your favourite memories.

#stray kids fluff #skz fluff #bang chan fluff #lee know fluff #changbin fluff #hyunjin fluff #han jisung fluff #lee felix fluff #seungmin fluff #jeongin fluff

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raspberryranpo · 3 years ago

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announcing your engagement

fire emblem three houses: blue lions

i made a mistake and tapped post instead of save so i’ve had to start again 😭 this is in response to @angel6776 ‘s ask!! sorry!!

DIMITRI

dimitri probably wouldn’t even want to announce his engagement, only to one or two of his closest friends and then just send out invites to more people when you’ve both set a date for the wedding

but he’s the king of faerghus, and later fodlan, & the entire country deserves to know about the new monarch on the throne

all of your closest friends and family know beforehand, but the official announcement comes during a speech to the entire country, spoken from the balcony of the palace looking over the city

he’s talking about the new tax laws or something boring, and he then says something along the lines of, “my partner and i will…”

of course, the city takes notice of this and everyone gasps at the same time

dimitri then realises that not everyone knows about the two of you, and so he says, “it is with great pleasure that i announce my engagement to….”

and the city goes WILD. there’s parties everywhere. everyone celebrates yours and dimitri’s engagement, as well as the new realisation that the king has come out of his depression

DEDUE

the announcement & the wedding date is sent out on little cards to your closest friends and your family, decorated with little flowers and sparkles and whatever else goes on cards

each person who has received a letter has personally come to your shared home and has asked about whether the card is the truth or not

with a small blush and an even smaller smile, dedue nods and takes your hand, looking at you with a tender look in his eyes

dimitri was obviously the first person to know. in fact, dedue made sure that the two of you took the invitation to him personally

dimitri almost cries when he reads it, knowing that his friend has grown up and has realised that he’s not the big bad monster he made himself out to be

in fact, he’s so excited for his friend that he’s running around and telling everyone who’ll listen - not that dedue minds, of course, because he’s much too smitten with you to realise what’s actually happening

SYLVAIN

definitely the one to stand up in the middle of an important meeting and just scream it

it happens during one of the monthly meetings the nobles of fodlan have, during which they discuss (or rather argue over) all of the issues the newfound country has

they’re in the middle of discussing something like child poverty or something actually really sad when sylvain stands up & clears his throat, drawing all attention to himself

he has the biggest grin plastered on his face, and with all the satisfaction in the world, he just yells, “I’M GETTING MARRIED!”

you’ve got some like mercedes and dimitri, who quietly clap, genuinely happy for our resident ginger, but then you’ve got the ones like felix or ingrid, who promptly grab him by the ear and drag him down, yelling about how inappropriate that was

the look he gives you from across the table tells you that he doesn’t regret almost having his ears pulled out of his head

FELIX

brings it up quietly to annette, ingrid, ashe or mercedes, seeing as though they’re the only people whom he doesn’t feel would judge him, and they’re the only people he’d feel comfortable telling

the only way that sylvain and dimitri find out is through those four. they aren’t really formally told. felix does kind of hope that they find out, even though he refuses to outright tell them

he, mercedes and annette constantly talk about it - the girls because they love talking about weddings and decorations, felix because he secretly enjoys thinking about you dressed up in a wedding outfit

eventually, the entire monastery knows, simply because dimitri overheard annette taking about it, & he immediately yelled, “WHAT?! FELIX?! ENGAGED?!”

the poor lad would get incredibly flustered the second someone would bring it up with him but you can tell that he’s not embarrassed to be engaged to you

if anyone asks any questions about it, he won’t hesitate to blab on about it for three hours straight. they’ll be bombarded with him constantly singing your praises

ASHE

it’s like chinese whispers. he says it quietly to dedue, and dedue, not wanting to keep things from his king, tells dimitri, but dimitri doesn’t understand the concept of secrets and tells felix, felix laughs and tells ingrid, ingrid tells sylvain and sylvain tells the entire population

upon being asked about his engagement, ashe’s smile extends from one ear to the other, and he talks for a very long time about how pretty he thinks you’ll look & about how excited he is to actually be married to you

he decides to formally announce it because neither of you have actually said anything - the only way everyone knows is because of something someone else has said

he announces it at a formal dinner party the blue lions have every so often to meet up together. his chair scrapes the floor as he quickly stands up and the room goes silent

it’s very awkward, but he blurts it out with a smile on his face anyway. everyone is incredibly proud of the both of you

MERCEDES

the second you’re engaged, she runs to sing it from the rooftops. except she doesn’t sing, but she quite literally yells it from somewhere high up in the monastery

she’s full of laughter and immediately pulls you into her arms after she’s done, and doesn’t stop kissing you

omg imagine she yells it in the middle of the night & all you can hear is felix in the distance going “SHUT THE HELL UP”

everyone won’t stop talking about it the next day. turns out, everyone heard it, and mercedes is incredibly embarrassed for the entire day

her face is red and her left hand doesn’t leave her cheek, but her other hand stays on top of yours, every so often running her thumb over the ring on your finger

ANNETTE

imagine you propose to annette & she just screeches. it’s the most unholy screech you’ve ever heard and it gets everyone’s attention

that’s how it’s announced. annette makes the most primal scream ever heard to man & the entire monastery runs to her aid, wanting to know what’s going on

she slowly turns to the small crowd of people silently watching the two of you and very loudly says, “i’m engaged??????” and she sounds so unsure about it

everyone’s kind of unsure about whether or not you’re both engaged but after a long period of her being quiet, she starts laughing like a maniac, jumping up and down and crying about it

it’s all she talks about for the next year and a half. even after you’re both married she doesn’t shut up about you proposing

INGRID

tries to stay as quiet about it as possible before she tells all of her friends at once at one of the many blue lions reunions

she wraps an arm around your waist and everyone is shocked at the purely sunny look she has on her face

even her voice has a cheerful lilt to it as she happily announces, “we’re getting married!!”

everyone’s shocked at how genuinely happy she sounds since normally she’s quite serious, never really showing anything other than that

she immediately regrets acting like that because for the next few weeks it’s all everyone goes on about and she’s so humiliated

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julietascinnamonroll · 3 years ago

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Hasta El Fin de los Tiempo

Pt. 1

Julieta Madrigal x MaleReader!

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You meet eyes with the most wonderful girl you’ve ever seen in town. Soon enough, you befriend Julieta, and the feelings grow, but you can’t seem to muster enough courage to tell her how you feel. What a coward.

Type: Fluff and angsty

Hope you enjoy!

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You prance your way through the musical town, smiling, waving, lending a hand, just being your usual charming self. Behind you, ladies were all giggling and blushing at all the sorts of charming gestures you made. You turned around and smiled at them. Your stroll continued, your ears enjoying the strum of the guitars, when suddenly, you felt something hard under your slipper. There was a piece of green glass on the ground, you bent over to reach for it, and discovered a moving pattern. You knew this had something to do with that Madrigal, who had all sorts of bad visions. You never got to catch his name, but this time, you had an opportunity, so you walked over to la casa Madrigal, and made your way to their doorstep.

*knock knock*

“Hola!! Is anyone there??”

You shout for their attention.

A girl with locked curls hung up into a bun, tied with a red satin ribbon, comes to your assistance.

“Hola, I’m Dolores! May I help you?”

“Oh, h-hi! I was just looking for your uncle perhaps..? This might belong to him”,

You say with a slight stammer, handing out the piece of green glass you had found.

“Oh! This is his! Muchas gracias, and I’ll be sure to hand it to him!”

She says with the brightest smile, and squeaks with delight.

“Thank you as well, Dolores! And your house is absolutely amazing! I love all the colors!”

Your eyes sparkle, and your smile grins from ear to ear.

You turn to walk away, however, Dolores bluntly takes your hand.

“Hey, wait! I wouldn’t want to be rude, so I’m offering you a seat at our casita’s dinner party tonight, would you care to be invited?”

You tried to think of an excuse not to, as you were afraid to be a bother, but any excuse you made would ultimately make you feel guilty.

“U-um..sure! I’d love to!”

“Well, see you then!”

You finally made it away from the house to pace around your thoughts, trying to stop overthinking the situation and just calm down.

“What could possibly go wrong?”

(You will trip and fall! You won’t make a good first impression! What is this?! It’s not like you’re dating one of them! Why are you so weird? Just act normal!)

You let out a sigh, and look at the time, you had to get ready!

You pulled on a really cool Colombian tux, and brushed your hair back. Looking at the mirror, you were stunned. “Not bad, Y/N, not bad”, you mutter to yourself. It was evening, and the sun disappeared into the curtains of the horizon. You took a beautiful picture with your eyes, and though it wasn’t at all much, your imagination was content imagining it so. You made your way over to the Madrigal house once again, and saw Dolores wearing a gold, sequined dress. Like an uncle would to their niece, you smiled at her and stroked her hair softly.

“Thank you for inviting me, niña! I appreciate it very much”

You said with delight, while she looked at you with a twinkle in her eyes. Her father came out and saw you two having a moment, and his heart melted, instead of dropping with jealousy. “Mi vida, you look gorgeous! And who is this handsome, young man?!”, Felix exclaimed.

“Oh! sorry! How rude of me, I’m Y/N! A pleasure!”, and you didn’t even have to hold out your hand, because he had already grabbed it and introduced himself. From the corner of your eye, Felix’s voice became nothing but a mumble, and your world went quiet. A brunette woman, wearing simple clothing, with the most complexly, beautiful face, caught you in a whirlwind. Felix snaps his fingers in your face, as you’ve been staring at that woman for quite some time now, not having been listening to a word he said.

“Y-Y/N? Y/N? Are you alright??”

You turn to him, face redder than apples, and he didn’t need to ask another question. He left you, speechless, and confused. “Hey! Felix, wait!! I’m sorry I-“, you were interrupted by two other Madrigal’s, Pepa and Bruno. “C-can I help you??, You ask awkwardly with a crooked smile. “I’m Pepa! Her older sis!” And another joins in,“I…i’m B-Br-runo..” says the youngest triplet, stammering out of control.

“What’s h-happening??”

You ask in utter confusion.

“We heard that you have eyes on our sister! Now you listen to me, bud! Hurt her, and my lightning will turn you into ashes!” , Pepa sternly mentions, implying how overprotective she truly is of her older sister, I mean can you blame her? Bruno pats your back softly, as you seem to have gotten a little intimidated by his 2nd older sister. Julieta finally makes her way to the three of you and sees an obvious tear in your eye. “Ay…What did you two do this time? He’s our guest, why are you-“, and finally her doey-brown eyes were interrupted and met yours, and your world collapsed on its knees. You tried to explain, but somebody had taken her hand and asked for a dance…the sparkle in your eye soon died out, and you turned to walk away. You were barely even there, why was she all you could look at? Why her?

#julieta madrigal #encanto julieta #julieta my beloved #until the end of time #julieta x reader

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luxekook · 4 years ago

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when fire meets frost | kth

as part of the christmas with bangtan: secret santa collab

❅ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

❅ genre: second chance romance, exes to lovers, angst, smut, fluff

❅ summary: just like a bad holiday song, you gave taehyung your heart last christmas. only in this scenario, he broke it eight months later. now you’re both back at that same damn holiday party where you first met one year ago and you’re just praying for you and your heart to leave in one piece.

❅ word count: 5.8k

❅ warnings: 18+, cursing, suggestive comments, drinking, DIY mistletoe, light violence, random ‘A Streetcar Named Desire’ references, drunk tae (TM), break-up flashbacks, weird humor, hella tension, hella groveling, making out, smut [oral (m to f)], the fluffiest of fluff (borderline cheese...actually...full-on cheese)

❅ banner by: the almighty and powerful maggie @kimtaehyunq - who also is the collab host!

Present Day: The Christmas Party, 8:00PM

Taehyung is staring at you. Again. Though you're facing slightly away from him, you know that if you give even the slightest glance over, your suspicions will all but be confirmed. The heated gaze you feel skimming over your body continues as you take a much needed sip of your mulled wine and pray that you get out of his line of vision soon with your dignity still intact.

Seokjin, your best friend and current partner in conversation, notices your predicament and scoffs, “You really should just put that boy out of his misery, (y/n). Scrooge himself would be down to have a foursome with the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future if he was around all this pent-up sexual tension.”

Your red-painted lips curl in a surely unattractive manner that resembles something between a grimace and a grin. You’ve heard variations of this argument about a dozen times from just as many sources, but Seokjin’s might just be the most absurd.

“I don’t know how or why your brain went right to a ghost-fucking analogy, but I’ve long since given up trying to understand your thought processes.”

Seokjin’s chest puffs up at your words like they incite something he should feel proud of. You sigh and shake your head at him, feeling a mix of exasperation and endearment - a constant haze of comfort you feel around your best friend.

“I’m just saying,” Seokjin continues, completely undeterred by your attempts to divert the conversation onto him, “He’s hot. You’re hot. He’s still into you. You’re still into him. I don’t see the problem.”

“I never said–!” You cut yourself off. He’s baiting you. “You son of a nutcracker. You know full well what the problem is. I’ve told you more times than Yoongi has yelled at someone for getting too close to his precious sound system.

At your words, you both look over to your left where Yoongi is currently chewing out a sheepish Namjoon with a death-grip on his expensive ass speakers.

“And I’ve told you that your reasons are shaky at best, (y/n),” Seokjin sighs, placing his chin in his palm and leaning over to you. He continues with a conspiring whisper, “Just because you’re scared you’ll get hurt again doesn’t mean you should never put yourself back out there.”

“Oh yeah,” You scowl, “That’s easy for you to say. You’ve never been dumped by the boy you love because he ‘wants to explore other options’. And then have to keep being around said-boy because you’re in the same friend group. And then fast forward a few months to when that same boy shows up drunk at your doorstep asking for you to take him back because you’re ‘the only one for him’. Spoiler alert: that’s fucking bullshit. And then–”

Seokjin slaps a palm over your mouth, effectively cutting you off mid-rant. “Babe, you have to stop rehashing this. Taehyung clearly is still in love with you. He looks at you like he wants to fucking eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Besides, Tae hasn’t even hooked up with anyone since he asked for another chance.”

“That we know of,” You mumble darkly behind Seokjin’s palm - your words only a barely audible jumble of syllables.

“Are you accosting my date, Jin?” The voice of your co-worker and close friend Felix meets your ears as you shove Seokjin’s hand off of you. When you invited Felix to come to Jimin’s annual holiday party, you briefed him on the situation - like any good friend would. You needed him there as an extra buffer. While you love Seokjin, he definitely can get swept up into petty drama - namely baseless arguments with Jungkook.

As your closest work friend, Felix knows all about you and Taehyung, and therefore he agreed to be your “date” in exchange for your help in getting him a date with Alicia, the new accountant in your office. You’ve spent countless hours sitting next to each other as desk neighbors and coworkers. Felix is quiet, cute and respectful - not to mention his voice is to die for.

Felix’s hand settles on the middle of your back in completely friendly territory, but you can’t help but feel the eyes on you have ramped up in intensity. You wonder if Felix can feel his hand burning from the heat and almost think he does when Felix drops his hand a second later.

It’s one thing to make you uncomfortable. You’ve learned to stomach that. But it’s another thing to make your friends uncomfortable. And for that you turn and level a glare at that beautiful asshole, sitting at a nearby table with Jimin and still looking at you with those goddamn eyes.

Taehyung shamelessly stares back at you as Jimin prattles on about something in his ear before noticing Tae’s mind is elsewhere. Following his gaze to you, Jimin groans and shoves Taehyung’s shoulder before strutting away towards the kitchen. You watch as Jimin saunters by and roll your eyes when he winks at you when your eyes meet. That one has always been trouble.

When you turn back around, Taehyung is still staring at you. No, this time he’s staring at your body - namely, your ass. You ignore the burst of heat that runs through you and make a face somewhere between a scowl and a glare. He looks up at you without the least bit of remorse.

Your eyes narrow. Your ass isn’t even out! Your green ugly Christmas sweater adorned with real ornaments basically falls to your knees. But then again, Taehyung has always had a vivid imagination - and an even better memory. His mind is like a goddamn vault.

You tug your attention away from your ex and back to the current conversation. But your thoughts wander. You still feel that pull towards Taehyung - that same damn pull that’s been there since you first met him. And that scares the shit out of you.

Flashback: The First Meeting, Last Christmas

You’re perched on the arm of Namjoon’s black pleather sofa (“It doesn’t stain! Can you believe that?” “Namjoon, it’s ripped in seven places.”). Surveying the flurry of friends scattered throughout the cozy apartment, you only see a few people that you don’t know. But something feels different tonight, and you just can’t figure out why.

Did Namjoon rearrange his plants? Did Jimin part his hair differently? Did Hoseok change his outfit - again?

“A-yo, (y/n)!” Seokjin yells over to you from clear across the room. You’re always baffled at how clueless that boy is to social cues. “Come meet Taehyung!” Your friend continues to yell, practically pinwheeling his arms to beckon you over to his side of the room. You can vaguely make out an unknown figure standing with their back to you, facing Seokjin in conversation.

You sigh. Might as well get this over with before Seokjin decides to start pretending to lasso you over to his side of the room. Or worse - get his actual lasso that he has for some unknown reason. A natural performer that boy is. Getting to your feet, you cross the room. Your heartbeat thuds in your chest and you rub a hand over your heart absentmindedly.

What is wrong with you? Meeting new people always brings nerves, but you never usually feel this out of sorts. You step into Seokjin’s outstretched arm and into the embrace of your best friend. And then you look up at the newcomer.

Hooded dark eyes. Curly black hair. Perfect pink lips. Jawline chiseled by the gods.

Your breath catches in your throat. Words buzz in the air around you but you can't distinguish one from the next. You’re pretty sure Seokjin is making some sort of joke because his sides start to shake and the beautiful stranger looks exasperatedly amused. Yet, his eyes never stray from yours.

His lips part like his breath is caught in his throat.

“Taehyung-ie, don’t be rude! Say hi!” Seokjin shoves Taehyung, jolting you both out of your little staring contest.

“Hi,” Taehyung repeats. Your stomach flips at the depth of his voice. “I’m Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. You can call me Tae. Or V. Or just Taehyung.”

Your smile widens at his ramblings and the rising color of his cheeks. “Hi, Tae,” You can't help but grin up at the adorable, beautiful boy. He really looks angelic under the kitchen lights. His halo of curls frames his face in such a way that makes you want to curl your finger around one and tug.

Vaguely, you can tell that Seokjin is shooting rapid looks between you and Taehyung, looking like some sort of bobblehead in 100mph winds. Suddenly, a Grinch-like grin takes over his face. “Why don’t you crazy kids get some more wine? I need to talk to Yoongi...” Seokjin slips away.

In hindsight, you should have immediately been tipped off that Seokjin was up to no good. Seokjin seeking out Yoongi? Nothing good ever comes from that.

And you were right. Not twenty minutes later, you and Taehyung are both stuttering messes underneath a hastily tapped up branch of mistletoe - at least that’s what Seokjin’s calling it. You think it looks like a clump of grass with a grape thrown in there.

Just as you start to tell Taehyung that he doesn’t have to feel pressured by your lame friends, he cups your face in his hands and lowers his lips to yours.

Fucking magic.

There aren’t fireworks or sparks. There’s a whole blazing inferno between the two of you.

Your hands slide up his back, tangling in the curls at the nape of his neck. Taehyung lets out a small gasp as your fingers tug on his locks, and you slowly slide your tongue across his lower lip.

“Uh, okay… Hello? Hey, guys!”

Finally, Yoongi slams together two pans from the kitchen, jolting you both away from each other in fright.

“Break that shit up,” Yoongi shoots a glare at a grinning Seokjin. “I did not sign up for that level of PDA, Jin.”

“I can’t predict love, Yoongi-ah. I can only bring lovers together,” Jin sighs, clasping his hands over his heart dramatically. Yoongi pinches Seokjin in the side, immediately instigating a fight.

Taehyung reclaims your attention, shyly intertwining his pinky with yours. In the midst of all the chaos around you, he just looks at you like you are the only thing that matters.

Present Day: The Christmas Party, 9:02PM

“I don’t know how you survive when he looks at you like that. I’m practically melting just being in proximity of the two of you.”

Your friend Ciana’s comment pulls your attention away from your demon of an ex as he strides by, leveling you with a calculated smolder.

It’s a look that says he’s going to fuck you up in the best way - the way that used to leave you weak in the knees and covered in hickies. Taehyung’s fuck me eyes are your kryptonite. He knows it. You know it. The whole party knows it. Hence, it makes sense how he’s shamelessly using them any fucking chance he can just to mess with you.

It’s practically a fulltime job pretending it doesn't affect you. And it's a job you are failing at miserably.

You sigh and take a big sip of your drink. “Oh, I'm not surviving,” You confess, “This is just a hologram image of me. I’m practically clear across the country by now.”

Ciana laughs, “Girl, I don't blame you, but I have to say… He looks like he would follow you anywhere.”

You scoff. There was a time where you would wholeheartedly agree. Since your first meeting, Tae made you feel like you were the center of his universe.

After talking all night at Seokjin’s party, you exchanged numbers and within a few days Tae asked you out.

Your first date was to an art gallery. The two of you spent hours there, studying art and exchanging soft murmured interpretations. You would often catch Taehyung staring at you instead of at the paintings decorating the walls, and it made you feel all warm and fuzzy.

The dates continued until Taehyung managed to gather up the courage to ask you to be exclusive - his words, not yours. You hadn’t believed that he could ever have doubted your answer. But in hindsight, you probably should have doubted him.

Things were great for a while. No - they were better than great. They were the best eight months of your fucking life. Until they weren’t.

“Why did y’all break up again?” Ciana asks, pulling your attention to her once more.

You let a bitter laugh escape. “You’ll have to ask him that.”

Flashback: The Break-Up, August

“I want to see other people.”

The words strike you like a serrated blade. The plate you’re washing falls into the sink with a clatter. Your heart stills in your chest.

“What?” For a second you believe that you must have misheard him. Only he crushes that hope into dust within seconds.

“I said I want to see other people.” Taehyung repeats, a bit louder.

“You mean like taking a break?” You refuse to turn around and face him. You refuse to believe that your relationship is crumbling down. Your mind tries to grasp at straws. “Or trying ethical non-monogamy?”

“No, (y/n),” Taehyung sighs, “I mean that I want to break up.”

“But why? I don’t understand.” The tears begin to sting your eyes as you blink rapidly, trying to make sense of the blindside that Taehyung just threw at you. “What did I do? How can I fix this?”

“You can’t, okay?” The exasperation in his voice is palpable. “I’m bored here. I feel tied down. We’re both so young... How can we know we’re right for each other when there’s so many other people out there?”

“Where the hell is this coming from?” You seethe, finally whirling to face him. Taehyung flinches when he sees your tearstained face but you persevere and continue, “I bore you? That’s sure not what it seemed like two days ago when you were fucking me against the wall of that club bathroom.”

“Things change,” Taehyung scowls, “I need to explore other options, (y/n), and I think you should, too.”

Your heart is breaking, a fissure splitting it right down the middle. “You want to explore other options,” You repeat, in a deadpan voice. “Do you already have someone in mind?”

The split second pause Taehyung takes is all you need to know the answer to that.

“Get out.”

“(Y/n), it wasn’t the only reason!” Taehyung scrambles to explain. “We haven’t even done anything yet!”

“Oh, you’re a ‘we’ already? Fuck you, Kim Taehyung.”

“No! That’s not what I meant!”

“Well, I hope you’re happy with them. I hope they don’t bore you or tie you down. I hope you’re right for each other. I hope youre fucking happy with yourself and your decision.”

“Can’t we still be friends?”

You don’t deem that question worthy enough of an answer and slam your front door in the face of the person who ten minutes ago had been the love of your life.

Present Day: The Christmas Party, 10:21PM

The amount of love in the room is making your stomach turn. You watch as your coupled up friends exchange presents and kisses. You’re so happy for each and every one of them, don’t get you wrong. You just can’t help but feel increasingly alone with each passing minute.

Felix notices the dip in your mood and nudges you, “Hey. You okay?”

“Yeah,” You snuggle deeper into his side. Thank god for Felix. “Thanks for coming with me to this shindig. It would have been hard to be alone this year.”

“No worries, babe. Besides, how else am I gonna get Alicia to go out with me?”

You laugh at Felix’s words. The boy was oblivious to the fact that Alicia had already approached you to ask if he was single. Sometimes you enjoy your diabolical mind. “Oh, she’ll definitely go out with you,” You reply, pinching his cheek, “Who could resist this face?”

“You did. Three years ago,” Felix whines, shoving your hand away from him playfully.

“Sadly you’re not my type, pretty boy,” You sigh. It truly was sad. Felix is the nicest human you know - besides Seokjin. The fact that you're not interested just reinforces the idea that you have terrible taste in men.

“You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know who you could possibly be referring to,” You sniff, turning away.

“Oh, I don’t know… Maybe the guy that hasn’t stopped circling you like a fucking shark in water since we got here?”

“He has not,” You retort, rolling your eyes.

“A-ha! So you do know exactly who I’m referring to, you little liar!”

“Goddamnit,” You laugh. “I need another drink to put up with you. You want a refill?” You gesture towards his cup.

“Nah, I’m good,” Felix shakes his head. You nod and head over to the kitchen, thankfully seeing no sign of ‘Shark Boy’.

But you spoke too soon, because just as you’re reaching up for a new mug you feel him.

“Is that little boy out there your boyfriend? I didn’t think you were dating anyone,” A rough voice growls from entirely too close to your ear.

You turn your head and shoot your best side-eye at the asshole who’s heated stare is aimed straight down at you. You internally curse at the unfortunate fact that Kim Taehyung somehow still can manage to look gorgeous in a bright red sweater with a whole-ass Santa beard stitched to its collar. You have never hated him more given that you look like a hot mess of a Christmas tree that no one wants to climb.

“I don’t see how that is any of your business, Kim,” You retort, turning around again and grabbing a glass from the cabinet. You can feel his warmth surrounding you as he grabs the mug for you instead, his body pushed up against yours.

“Move,” You order, your voice shaking slightly. But instead of listening, Tae grabs your hips and turns you around, caging you in between his arms.

“See, you’re wrong, (y/n),” His eyes dart from your own to your lips, “Everything that concerns you is my business. It has since the moment I met you, and it hasn’t stopped since.”

The incredulous snort escapes you before you can attempt to rein it in, “Taehyung, you broke up with me! I’m pretty sure that means you consider me old news and - above all - none of your fucking business.”

“And I told you I made a mistake!” Taehyung leans closer, his jaw ticking.

“You were drunk!” You stab a finger into his admittedly toned chest that you can feel even through that abominable Santa beard, “And it took you two fucking months to say that, only to never bring it up again. So excuse me if I find your argument lacking.”

“Fuck,” Taehyung curses softly, running a hand through his mess of curls, “I miss that smart mouth.”

“Yeah?” Your response flies out too fast for your brain to check your words, “Well I miss being enough for you.”

Taehyung looks stricken. “Baby…” He reaches for you but you duck past him and beeline straight for Jimin’s bathroom. Locking yourself inside, you slide to the floor and contemplate your chances of sneaking out the tiny bathroom window just like you did that night some months ago.

Flashback: A Streetcar Named WTF, October

A harsh banging sound jolts you awake. “What the fuck,” You mumble, fumbling around blindly trying to find your phone amidst the blankets and pillows surrounding you.

Finally, your hand locates the small metal device and you switch your screen on. Your eyes immediately shut at the brightness and you muster up the will to peek at the time.

3:12AM.

Who the hell dares to pound on your door at this hour? What is this - A Streetcar Named Desire? Well, slap your ass and call you Blanche because this asshole is about to feel your wrath.

Stomping over to your door, you swing it open and say, “There’s no Stella here, Stanley. Fuck off.”

While you don’t find a drunk Marlon Brando on your doorstep, you do find a drunk Taehyung.

“Who the fuck’s Stanley?” Tae glares, trying to cross his arms but failing somehow.

“Good lord, Taehyung,” You groan, grabbing his arm and dragging him inside your apartment, “You smell like a whole goddamn brewery. How did you even end up here?”

“Walked,” He says proudly while smiling down at your hand on his arm like an idiot. “Who’s Stamplee? I mean, Stangfree.”

You pinch your nose with your free hand. This boy… Ignoring his idiocy completely, you question, “You walked?” You push him down onto your couch and head into your kitchen to grab him some water.

“Yup! All by myself! Are you proud of me? Sandflea could never!”

You jump. Somehow Tae still managed to sneak up behind you while drunk out of his mind.

“Kim Taehyung, sit your drunk ass down.” You jab a finger in the direction of the couch he just vacated.

“But you’re so far away when I sit all the way over there, baby,” He pouts, giving you puppy dog eyes. “And I’m not drunk!”

You don’t dignify his words with a response. Handing the glass of water to the problem currently sprawled out on your couch, you sigh. What are you going to do with him? He can’t stay here… But he’s in no shape to walk back to wherever the fuck he came from.

“Tell me, Kim, why did you think that walking to my apartment of all places was a good idea? I could have moved!” Disdain drips from every syllable, “Is anything going on in that brain of yours? If so, it’s clearly not making any sense.”

“I beg to differ,” Taehyung has the audacity to grin up at you as he continues, “My brain makes perfect sense, baby. You plus me equals three.” His eyebrows wiggle up and down as he swings his hands out, showering you with the glass of water you just handed him.

“Maybe I’ll call you a math tutor along with your Uber,” You mumble as you fight the urge to laugh at the mess of a boy staring up at you from your couch. Grabbing a kitchen towel, you dab the water off of you as best you can. Glancing back down at Tae, you notice his attention has fallen to your chest, where the water he practically threw at you has plastered your tanktop to your skin.

“Hey, eyes up here,” You slap his arm with the damp towel, but he doesn’t even flinch.

“One more minute,” He says, absentmindedly rubbing his arm.

His attention gives you butterflies for a split second before you lock that shit down. You aren’t a fool; you’re fully aware that Taehyung’s the farthest thing from available, but he’s still hot as hell with his muscular stature, his wicked brown eyes, and his full pink lips. And that deep voice… it has shamefully been the fuel of your fantasies for the past few weeks. But that is neither here nor there.

So while his undivided attention always did make you feel fucking incredible, now he’s just a drunk boy who’s acting like he’s never seen nipples before.

“I’m calling you an Uber, okay?” You finally say, grabbing your phone and pulling up the app.

“Can’t I stay here?” Taehyung pouts, “Or will Surley get mad?”

“His name is Stanley,” You automatically reply and then curse as Taehyung lurches to his feet.

“I knew it! Where is he? Where is my replacement? I challenge him to a duel!”

“A duel?” You can’t help but laugh, “On what grounds?”

“For your hand, of course!” Taehyung rapidly glances around your apartment before his eyes land on the broom tucked in the corner of your kitchen. “There’s my sword!”

Before he can take a step towards his ‘sword’, you grab his arm and push him back down onto your couch.

“Wow, you’re strong!” Tae stares up at you adoringly, “And so-o cute. Wanna date?”

“You’re drunk, Tae. Don’t say things like that.” God, he’s going to give you a complex. You had just started getting over him and now he does this? Why is life deadset on fucking you over?

“But I do wanna date you!” Taehyung insists, “Don’t you miss me? Miss us? I still love you. I never stopped.”

“Tae, please stop.”

“I made a mistake, baby, and I wanna fix it. Can you give me a chance? Please?” His brown eyes blink up at you slowly. His lids practically fight to stay open as his words slur together.

The boy is falling asleep. Sighing, you close the Uber app. Looks like you’re housing your ex for the evening.

“I wanna marry you,” He mumbles, “Bought the ring last week. If you can just love me again I’ll be the luckiest…” His words get more and more inaudible. Mumbles about Stanley and revenge and kisses and altars filter through as you place a blanket over his form.

“Goodnight, Tae.” You can’t resist brushing your fingers through his hair. Your heart stutters as he practically leans into your touch like a cat, smiling contentedly.

“We’ll see if you remember this in the morning,” You mutter, setting another glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen on the coffee table for him when he wakes up.

After making sure Taehyung’s on his side with a bucket for potential incidents, you head back to bed.

When you wake up, he’s nowhere to be found.

Present Day: The Christmas Party, 10:23PM

“(y/n)... baby, please let me in.”

The underlying meaning of those six words is not lost on you. Could you let him in again? Taehyung once held your heart and then he basically smashed it on concrete and backed over it with his car - twice.

“Go away.” Your words sound weak even to your own ears.

“No, I need to talk to you… Please.” His voice breaks on the last word and you cave. Standing you unlock the door and back up. You could have a logical and reasonable discussion with Tae and get some closure, leaving all feelings out of it. Maybe...

“Two minutes,” You declare, “Nothing more.”

“But–”

You cut him off, “1:55…” You tap your foot and smile as Taehyung shoots you a look.

“Fine,” He rubs the back of his neck, peeking up at you under his lashes. “I got scared, okay?”

Your disbelief must show all over your face because he continues.

“Yeah, I was scared - fucking terrified of how much I feel for you. How in love with you I am. How can it be that easy to find your soulmate? It didn’t make any sense to me. And then Pia began to show an interest in me and I convinced myself it was a good idea to distance myself from you. To see other people. To try to make sense of my feelings.”

You hold up a hand. “So, you’re saying that you broke up with me because you were ‘too in love with me?’ What the fuck kind of selfish bullshit is that, Taehyung? You broke my fucking heart for someone you didn’t even like because you were scared I was your soulmate? Don’t you see how that just makes me feel like shit?”

Taehyung sinks to his knees. “(Y/n), baby, please. I am so sorry. I fucked up in the worst, most selfish way possible. It kills me that I broke your heart.”

“Ugh, get up, you drama king.” You pull him to his feet, continuing, “Why did you leave after that night? You said all those things when you were drunk and then just left.”

“Yeah, I kind of don’t remember what I said or how I even ended up at your place.” A blush takes over his face, “It’s so embarrassing you had to see me like that and I kind of just wanted to forget it happened. And I really hoped that you forgot it did, too. I didn’t expect you to just keep acting like you forgot my existence altogether.”

“What does that mean? I see you all the time, Tae! We’re in the same friend group for god’s sakes. We’re around each other all the time… Maybe even too much.” You mumble the last few words, but he catches them.

“Too much? You avoid me at all costs! You don’t smile at me anymore. You don’t even look at me most times! It kills me that all I get from you now is ice, when I know you have so much fire.”

His words confuse you. So he does want you back? Your friends weren’t exaggerating? A small burst of hope swells inside you, but the memory of the break-up outweighs it. “You don’t even know me though, Taehyung. Not anymore.”

“No. You’re wrong,” Taehyung leans closer to you, and you take a step back. Your back bumps up against the sink, your plastic ornaments adorning your sweater clinking awkwardly.

Tae brushes a stray hair behind your ear, his eyes begging you to listen, “I do know you. I know that you still take your coffee black with caramel. I know that you started doing yoga but are too proud to admit you hate it. I know that you came to my art show last month but left before I could talk to you alone. I know that you–”

“Stop,” Your voice trembles, “Please, I can’t. Taehyung, you hurt me so fucking much. Don’t you get that? I just started feeling whole again. So if I let you back in and you hurt me, I might shatter completely.”

His hands cup your face gently, wiping away a tear you hadn’t even realized had fallen. “I won’t ever hurt you again, baby. Please give me one more chance. That’s all I need. I want to keep you forever, (y/n)... I bought you a ring, did I tell you that when I was drunk? I think I did. I still have it. It’s yours - just like my heart.”

“God, you’re still so fucking cheesy,” You can’t hold back your smile even though more tears are falling down your cheeks.

And then his lips are on yours.

Taehyung kisses you like you're the most precious thing in the universe. Like you might break in the palm of his hand if he’s not careful enough. And maybe you will. But for right now, you melt into him.

He tastes like home.

Taehyung’s touch is tentative at first. His hands slide into your hair, tugging you even closer. You feel like you might burst, feeling so many emotions. Love. Fear. Confusion. Hope. You hook your leg around him, wanting him pressed against you everywhere.

Taehyung groans and one of his hands drops down to grab your thigh, wrapping it more securely around his waist. “Jump, baby,” He mumbles into your lips, and you listen automatically.

He perches you on the edge of the sink, kisses you deeply, and then sinks back down to his knees.

“Tae–” You protest, as he runs his hands slowly up your calves.

“I haven’t tasted you in so long, baby,” His dark eyes burn into yours, “Please don’t let me go another minute without you on my tongue.”

Fuck. Well, you can’t argue with that. When Tae sees you open your legs a bit more, he grins up at you and places a quick kiss on the inside of your knee.

His touch becomes more frantic as he moves up, his mouth placing hot kisses higher and higher.

When he sees the lacy red panties you have on, he snaps, lunging forward and hitching your thigh over his shoulder. Pushing your underwear to the side, his hot mouth is on you, closing over your clit without warning. You gasp as he sucks your bud into his mouth, lapping at it with his tongue.

Your hand winds its way into his curls, pushing him harder against you. He moans into your pussy. “So fucking wet for me, baby. God, I love you.”

Taehyung places a soft kiss on your inner thigh before his tongue returns to lick at your pussy, up and down. His tongue sinks into you, making your hips buck against his face. His hand shoots up to steady you as his tongue continues to flick in and out of you.

The sight of the boy you never stopped loving tongue deep in your pussy almost pushes you over the edge already. “Ta-ae,” You moan, hand tugging at his hair, “Harder, baby, please.”

Your words have their desired effect as he replaces his tongue with two of his fingers and places his mouth back on your clit. You moan as his fingers curl inside you, brushing your walls.

The first few strokes of his fingers are slow. Too slow for your liking, “Taehyung, fuck me with your fingers.”

A rumble moves up his chest as he obeys, pushing another finger deep inside of you. “Fuck, baby,” He curses and begins to thrust his fingers in and out of your pussy, “You feel even better than I remember, so goddamn wet.”

His mouth finally returns to your clit, his tongue flicking over it every so often. You’re hurtling towards your orgasm as his long fingers continue to pound into you and his mouth continues to lick at your pussy.

You feel the heat building up and you come with a gasp. Taehyung continues to fuck you with his fingers and his mouth, carrying you through your orgasm until you slump back against the mirror above the sink.

Taehyung grins up at you, licking up everything you gave him. Finally, you gently push him off you. Still licking his fingers clean, Taehyung’s eyes sparkle up at you, “Well? Wanna get married?”

“Oh my god,” You burst out laughing, hopping off the sink onto shaky legs. “Why don’t you start by wooing me? We’ll go from there.”

“Challenge accepted.”

You blink.

Taehyung smiles. His wild dark curls are sticking up in random places - courtesy of your hands. His eyes are full of their usual sinful promises, but this time they also hold excitement and a tiny spark of hope. “Prepare to be wooed, wifey.”

“Fuck off,” You laugh, quickly fixing your hair in the mirror before smoothing down your sweater dress.

Nodding at your semi-acceptable reflection, you swing the door open to reveal just about every person from the party collectively gathered just outside.

“I knew it!” Seokjin shrieks. “Where’s my mistletoe?”

“My poor bathroom!” Jimin cries, “Defiled! Desecrated!”

“Why am I friends with you all?” Yoongi asks no one in particular.

“Well,” Tae whispers in your ear, “At least we won’t have to tell them, right?”

You smile despite the embarrassing situation and nod. This Christmas might just be your best yet.

a/n: sorry that this is late and severely unedited LOL plz be kind, this is my first fic back and YA GIRL IS RUSTY

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PREVIOUSLY ON RELIC KEEL

Dorcas meets up with Marlene at Marlene’s house and Luke is there—we figure out Marlene and Luke are cousins. Luke, as it turns out, has a neglecting mother (as well as a father who has been taken to jail, Marlene’s father doesn’t want her dating Dorcas because she’s from Salazar, and Marlene still hasn’t told Dorcas that she got into college.

Saint goes to wait for Logan at The Carrows in Salazar, where he restocks his Crucio supply.

Lily and James are painting one of the Potter’s old boats together. Lily is confused and frustrated—and in love with James. James, already hurt and trying not to cause himself further harm but also not wanting to lose Lily entirely, lets Lily kiss him but ends it there. They’re both nervous about college.

Instead of Logan, Saint runs into Luke first, who, as a last resort, is going to the Carrows for Crucio. Luke seems to have some surprises up his sleeve—a love for books that Saint shares, perhaps. When Saint does spot Logan, he makes Luke get into his car so as to not alarm him, and steals his dad’s gold watch in the process.

When Saint goes to fetch Logan, they run into Amycus Carrow, who tells Saint that Logan owes them for using their stash of Crucio without paying—but they won’t tell Saint or Logan how much Logan owes.

As a result, Logan gets it into his head that he can pay off his debt if he finds the treasure of The Voldemort, the one that Leo’s dad died looking for. Logan tries to get Saint to help by asking what he wants most, and when that doesn’t work, asking what he hates. Perhaps Saint is one for revenge, rather than need.

Sirius and Dorcas finally get Saint talking about Logan and his time at Saint Clair. Saint reveals that there were harsh punishments for bad behavior in Saint Clair. He also reveals that, for reasons he can only guess at, when kids turn 18, the age at which they could leave the orphanage, they decide to stay. Saint believes Crucio has something to do with it. He has memories of being extremely tired at night, and having vivid dreams—he doesn’t say what these dreams were about. Saint believes that many of the kids, if they arrived young enough, don’t know how to tell the difference between a Crucio-filled mind and a Crucio-free one. The scene ends with them receiving an invitation to a party at James’ house.

Logan finds Leo at his family’s workshop and says he wants to help him find The Voldemort. Leo wants to finish his father’s work, Logan needs the money—Saint shows up, seeming to have found his motivation, too, whatever it may be.

***CW: mentions of taking drugs and being drugged, brief mentions of blood, brief mention of death of a father***

part vi

In his dream, Finn was in a house. There was a woman sitting at the table, a man at the stove, and a boy leaning against the counter. Everything was murky at the edges, even their laughter.

Finn knew what family was. He’d read about it. He’d thought about it. With Logan, he’d felt it.

What he didn’t know, what he could never be sure of, was whether he’d seen it. What it looked like. What his looked like. Every time he thought he did…he’d wake up.

They had begun as pills—vitamins. But pills could be kept on the tongue.

Powder couldn’t be kept from food.

Finn, sweetheart, the woman said in his dream. How was school today? Is Logan still coming over for dinner?

Your boyfriend, the other boy teased, smiling. The man turned from the stove and laughed, reaching over to tussle Finn’s hair.

Yeah, Finn heard himself say. He is.

He looked at the woman—his mother, maybe—and she looked different than she had a moment ago.

We can play pick up, the brother said—but he wasn’t anymore. There was a sister, and now a brother again, now two brothers. And then his mother was at the stove and his father coming in from the yard, and then there was a younger sister sitting on his lap, and then he was the younger brother and his dad was coming home from work, briefcase in hand, closing the front door, giving his mother a kiss—

Finn woke up. His throat was dry and his eyes were, too. He used to wake up crying when he was younger. And Logan had been there, both of them not understanding.

Finn didn’t know if Logan understood now. Finn hadn’t figured it out until after he’d gotten Logan out, not entirely. Not about the Felix. Just about the kids that weren’t leaving. Something was keeping them here, and all he had wanted was to protect Logan and himself from that. Now that he knew that it was Felix that kept them here…Finn couldn’t see why they wanted it so bad. He didn’t want these false glimpses of family. He didn’t want Felix. He wanted Logan. Logan was real. His only comfort was that Logan was free of it. Of this place.

Finn blinked slowly up at the walls of the solitary room. His eyes were heavy. His head, his limbs. He hadn’t eaten anything in almost a week now.

And the dreams still came.

Maybe it wasn’t anything but his own head that was doing the imagining now.

He knew what was real, and this wasn’t it.

Luke looked across the deck at his mother in her lounge chair and pinched the Felix, within a small plastic bag within his pocket, to make it sift back and forth. A sound only he could hear. That, and the ice cubes in his mother’s whiskey. The sun was hot on his bare chest, drying the water droplets left from the pool quickly. He couldn’t stop rubbing the place where his father’s watch had been. Just thinking about it, about Saint and his quick fingers, made him snarl.

His mother’s ice cubes rattled.

“I want to start going through your father’s things,” she said airily from beneath her floppy sun hat. “There’s just so much of it. His papers, and all those fat books he has. God, that stupid treasure obsession.”

“It wasn’t stupid,” Luke replied as evenly as he could. “And he’s not dead. He’s coming back.”

His mother laughed. “Oh, sweetheart.”

She had cut her hair very short after Luke’s dad had been taken away. Luke couldn’t get the images out of his mind. Her, walking back through the door the next day, with her long blonde hair cut to her chin, curling just beneath her jaw. She had smiled at him and given her head a shake. Like it, mon lumière?

My light, she called him. When he was little she’d kissed him goodnight with that nickname every day, turning on the small nightlight that he kept—he still kept it. He’d tried not to, but every time, every night, the dark was just too dark. He was almost mad at her for giving it to him in the first place. If he had just gotten used to the dark…maybe he would be more prepared now.

Since his father, she’d been moving about the house like nothing had changed. Or, rather, like something had changed, and she was all the better for it.

His father’s leather chairs were gone from the living room, replaced by two baby blue couches that made Luke sick to look at. The pirate ship wheel was gone from the wall, too.

Luke didn’t know this mother.

Not even the island knew this woman. They knew the bake-sale-bringing, strict-rule-making, no-nonsense-grounding mother that Luke had known his entire life. He’d spent so many nights furious in his room after she’d caught him sneaking out or drinking.

And now, here his mother was, offering him a glass of whiskey at eleven in the morning.

Luke pinched the Felix between his fingers more harshly.

“No, thanks,” he said, and squinted back out towards the ocean.

“If you’re sure,” his mother said. “Well, I just said so because I’m tired of looking at it all.”

“Don’t get rid of it,” Luke said, trying to keep the pleading out of his voice. “I like his office. Mom, it reminds me of him.”

Luke had spent hours in there, laughing with his father, talking about history and literature, sneaking the rare puff on his cigar.

Then, they had taken him away, and his mother had gotten a hair cut, and suddenly Luke didn’t know anything anymore.

“Excuse me,” Luke mumbled, and left his mother in the sun with her drink and the pills that were no doubt already within. She was getting high more than he ever had now.

Luke could barely see anything inside the house after the bright day outside, but he didn’t need to see. He could have found his father’s study, and everything in it, blind.

He was still damp when he sunk down shakily into his father’s desk chair, the plush leather smelling of cigars, and took the bag of pinkish powder out of his pocket.

Just to see him again.

Just for something else to have happened.

Just not this.

Remus met Sirius in James’ kitchen again. The large glass doors were flung wide, opening out onto the porch and the pool beyond where a projector and screen were set up, along with chairs and blankets. Lily had set out the floating lanterns that the Potters put in the pool during their dinner parties and they floated idly back and forth in the evening breeze, giving out a soft yellow glow to mix with the dusky blue that came in from the ocean. The palm trees leaned over the house’s surrounding gate, swaying.

The counter between Remus and Sirius was covered in food. Pizza and nachos from Thomas’ family’s restaurant, chocolate chip cookies, chips and salsa, sodas and liquor.

“If you’re gonna do it, do it in the house,” Mrs. Potter always said.

Sirius looked the same, but fresh out of the ocean. His dark hair was damp, dripping onto the collar of his faded t-shirt. He looked like the ocean had the same effect on him as it did on Remus. Sirius’ eyes looked brighter. His shoulders looked more relaxed. He looked up from where he was pouring some whiskey into a cup and even managed an easier smile than usual.

“Hey,” Remus said, taking a paper plate from the stack. “How’s it going?”

Sirius’ eyes found his, then he looked down, stoppering the bottle. “Pretty good, you?”

“Pretty good,” Remus said, and then took a breath before testing the waters. “Had a nice sail this morning, clocked a shift at the museum, can’t complain.”

Sirius glanced up quickly, and Remus suppressed a smile as he loaded his plate.

“Oh,” Sirius began. “I mean, yeah, I saw.”

“You like sailing?”

Sirius nodded. “Kris lets me take one of his out sometimes.”

“Kris?” Remus questioned.

“Oh,” Sirius cleared his throat. Remus watched some of those ocean washed walls begin to go back up. “Yeah, he runs the boat rental shop over in Rowena. I guess you wouldn’t know given that you have…you know.”

Remus tried to side-step the awkward shift. Sirius seemed to have ideas about him already. Remus wished he had some clue about Sirius, beside his ocean-eyes and guarded expression.

“Well, that’s cool of him,” Remus said.

Sirius nodding from over the brim of his cup. “Yeah, it is.”

“Hey, well—” Remus shrugged. “I mean, I’m sure you do it on your own all the time but…you know if you ever wanted to…”

Sirius raised an eyebrow. Remus hadn’t finished his sentence.

“I mean, if you ever wanted to,” Remus began again, and was suddenly nervous. Sirius didn’t even like him. It looked as though he didn’t like Gods in general. He’d probably think this was charity. He’d probably hate Remus for offering. “Go out.”

Sirius’ eyebrow raised further.

“On my boat,” Remus said, all in a rush. His cheeks were hot. “Go sailing on—my boat.”

Remus didn’t know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t for Sirius to do nothing at all. He stood there, frozen and off guard.

“Only if you want,” Remus said hopelessly. “I get up pretty early.”

“So do I,” Sirius said, and there was the slap of flip flops from behind Remus.

“Look who I found at the kid’s table,” Saint’s voice came, and he leaned on the counter beside Remus in his tank-top and shorts, taking a nacho off of his plate. “Hello, Remus Lupin. You’re looking flushed. Sirius, are you making him blush?”

“Um,” Sirius said.

Remus just shook his head and reached for a soda. He felt idiotic, and now more so, after being interrupted. He could hear the others talking and laughing over the movie and wished he was over there—wished he hadn’t tried to hit on Sirius Black, of all people. He didn’t know if Sirius liked men. He didn't even know Sirius.

“Re, Saint, Black, someone bring me back a drink!” Marlene’s voice came over the chatter. She was tangled with Dorcas on one of the blankets, leaning back into her chest.

“Why do you look like you’ve done something?” Sirius said, drawing Remus’ eyes back to him.

“Well, I haven’t yet,” Saint replied. “But just watch.” He leaned closer to Remus. “Fruit-Loop, I need you to get me into that museum of yours.”

Remus looked at him warily. “How do you know I work at the museum…”

“A friend,” Saint said.

Remus looked at the hand Saint was resting his chin on. He was fairly sure that was Luke’s father’s watch.

“Get you in?” he asked. “Why not just go?”

Saint looked at him like he was entirely put upon, like he couldn’t believe Remus hadn’t caught on yet. “Because I don’t think what I’m looking for is on the floor, as they say.”

“Saint,” Sirius said incredulously. “What…what?”

“Can you help?” Saint looked at Remus. “You know, I could just take it.”

“Let you take something from the museum?” Remus laughed. “No.”

“Fine,” Saint sighed and pushed up from the counter, taking Remus’ plate from him and beginning to walk away. “I was just giving you the option to make this a little easier.”

Remus stared after him, then looked at Sirius, who shook his head before Remus could even ask.

“No idea,” Sirius said.

Saint didn’t actually know that many movies.

The movie theater was fine, but old. Grimmauld didn’t have a TV. It definitely didn’t have a large projector screen and James’ laptop. There was dancing on the screen. The actors were some place warm. He didn’t recognize it.

Books, on the other hand. Books, he knew.

He spied Luke resting on his forearms, long legs stretched in front of him on a blanket near that back of their group, and smiled.

“Deveaux,” Saint said as he sat down, placing the plate between them. “Pleasure to see you again.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “Oh Jesus, who invited you.”

“The peace keeper named James Potter,” Saint replied. “Not sure what sort of peace he thinks there is to keep. I, for one, think he’s made it all up in his head.”

Luke grabbed Saint’s wrist, the gold of his watch beneath his rough palm.

“This is mine,” Luke said. “You little thief.”

“Is it?”

“Saint,” Luke’s eyes were dark in the dying light and flickering screen. “Give it back to me.”

“What will you give me?” Saint asked, and leaned in.

Luke snarled and let go. “I’m not bargaining for my watch. You stole it.”

“I steal a lot of things. Your mother has good taste, by the way. So does Mrs. Potter. Unlike some of these God mothers. Do you think they know their husbands buy them the fake stuff, and save the goods for their mistresses?”

“Fuck off.”

Saint broke part of a cookie off. “Those are your two favorite words.”

Luke just shook his head, his jaw tight and angry, eyes remaining on the screen. Saint chewed slowly.

“What’s this?” Saint asked, jerking his chin towards the screen.

He felt Luke look at him. “You don’t know?”

“I just asked, didn’t I?”

“What?” Luke scoffed. “It’s Mamma Mia. You’ve never seen this movie? Where the fuck have you been?”

Saint looked at him steadily.

“Right,” Luke nodded. “Fucked childhood, and all that.”

“That’s one way to look at it, thank you, tweedle.”

“What else haven’t you seen?”

Saint flicked the hand with the watch on it. “How the fuck should I know?”

Luke’s eyes followed the gold for a moment, and then he looked back out towards the others. Saint did, too, laughing softly. He could practically feel Luke trying to decide how to get the watch from his wrist.

“Irish wrist watch,” Saint whispered. “Irish wrist watch, Irish wrist watch…”

James was sitting with Lily. Marlene and Dorcas were to the side, dancing along to the music with Thomas. Sirius and Remus had followed him out of the house and were, to Saint’s surprise, sitting awkwardly beside each other. Sirius seemed to be asking about the movie, too, and Remus explaining it to him.

Fucking Gods, Saint thought as he looked around at the glowing pool, the mountain of food in the kitchen. Fucking Gods and all their careless lives.

He wondered if maybe he should have brought Leo along, if his sob story about his dad might have gotten Remus to help.

Remus works at the museum, Leo had said. Me and Logan heard him say, him and Layla—her family owns it. If there’s any chance of seeing another copy of that map, it’s the History Museum.

“I’ve never seen you be quiet for this long,” Luke’s voice interrupted.

“You’re the one who ruined it.”

Luke reached between them for the plate and plucked up the other half of Saint’s cookie. “I was just saying.”

“I’ve never seen you not glower for this long—oh, there it is.”

“Give me my watch back.”

“For what?”

Luke paused, then said, “Books.”

That made Saint look at him. Luke’s eyes were on Saint’s wrist, but Saint remembered him in the car, reading James’ copy of Shelley. Saint felt stormy again, a familiar building in his chest that always simmered.

“Excuse me?”

“Give me my watch and I’ll give you—”

“So, you are bargaining.”

“You seem to like hand-outs,” Luke bit back. “You take books from James, don’t you? Not to mention this,” Luke shifted towards Saint. “You take a lot of things from people you claim to hate.”

“Ouch,” Saint said, and it really had hurt. Waste of space. He smiled.

“I can do you better,” Luke said. “Tell me what you want.”

“You mean your daddy could?”

Luke’s expression went cold all over. Lightning, over the strike of green in his right eye, nestled among the deep brown. “What’s his is mine now.”

Saint wondered if Luke had Crucio in his system right now. He didn’t have the tired look of it. Come to think of it, Luke never had that look, not like Logan did. He must take it at night, Saint thought. To sleep, maybe. Some people used it like that. Some people thought it let them control their dreams.

Saint didn’t think anyone could control their dreams, their wants and wishes—waking or asleep. Even if they wanted to.

“Was this his, too?” Saint looked at the watch face.

“God, just—” Luke broke off, shoulders tense, and rubbed his eyes. “What the fuck do you want? Money? Just tell me and give it back.”

Saint checked the time, then looked back at Luke.

“One-thirty. My bedtime. And I don’t need shit from you,” Saint said breezily, and patted Luke’s thigh before pushing himself up from the blanket.

“Saint,” he heard Sirius say faintly, but nothing from Luke, and he kept walking through the Potter’s house.

Sirius was almost angry at Saint. Or, maybe, he was angry at himself for wanting to stay at the Potters. He knew why he had been invited, why James had wrapped an arm around him, told him to help himself to the food, why Remus had talked to him, sat beside him, offered…well, he wasn’t sure what Remus had offered.

Pity.

At least, he thought he knew.

Though talking to Remus had felt far from pity. Remus laughed with his eyes squeezed shut, and it had taken Sirius off guard each and every time. He was angry at Remus Lupin. He was angry at him for his words when they were eleven.

Are you okay? Sirius, right?

As if he didn’t know Sirius’ name, and of course Sirius wasn’t okay.

But now Remus Lupin was talking about his boat, and this movie, whatever it was, that Sirius had never seen, and smiling at him as though he’d done nothing wrong.

Or, at least he had been, before Sirius had followed a blank-faced Saint out of the house.

“What are you doing?” Sirius asked Saint’s retreating back as they jogged down the steps to the driveway.

Saint had merely held up something that jingled over his shoulder. The car keys glinted as much as the watch on his wrist which Sirius knew wasn’t his own.

“Taking Luke’s car.”

“Saint, come on,” Sirius sighed. “I mean—that looked pretty fucking civil. Non?”

Saint turned on him. “Oh, yes, and you could hear every word? Non.” Saint kicked one of the tires. “Fuck the Gods, and fuck their shiny cars, too.”

Sirius shook his head. “What’s this—museum stuff? What’s going on? Saint, just talk to me—”

“You took Lupin’s side,” Saint breezed as he chirped Luke’s car. “You don’t get to know.”

That stopped Sirius in his tracks. He took a step back. “Since when do we do that?”

Saint slammed the door, sitting in the driver seat.

“Not tell each other things?” Sirius pushed forward. “Since when?”

Sirius watched him through the rolled down window as he ran his hands over the dark leather of the seats, the shiny black of the dash.

“There’s a lot you don’t know,” Saint said softly. “There’s a lot I don’t know.”

“What do you want from the museum?” Sirius tried again. “Is this about…Saint Clair? Logan? Ever since he showed up—”

“Orphan!” came from the house just moments before the front door blew open. Luke zeroed in on Saint behind the wheel instantly, sandy hair casting shadows over his forehead and eyes. “What the fuck is up with you and taking my shit?”

“See you at home, sweetheart,” Saint said to Sirius, and started the car. Luke brushed past Sirius and tugged fruitlessly on the locked door.

“Hey,” Luke only just managed to bang on the back window as Saint screeched out of the Potter’s drive. “Saint!”

Sirius watched as Luke stood there in the humid night, watching his own taillights disappear. He cursed again, running a hand through his hair, and then turned.

Luke looked at Sirius. They stayed a few feet apart in the driveway.

“Do you know where he’s going?” Luke asked, breathing heavily.

Sirius did not like Luke Deveaux.

“No,” he said, and turned back into the house to find Remus.

Leo looked over at Logan. They were sitting on the curb outside The Lion, waiting for word from Saint, and Logan was quiet. Not that Logan wasn’t usually quiet, but this felt different. He was picking at an old scab on his knee, taking his hat off and putting it back on again.

“Are you okay?” Leo asked, and Logan didn’t look up when he nodded.

“Is it,” Leo hesitated. “Finn?”

That snapped Logan’s head up. “How did you…”

“You said his name to me,” Leo said softly. “The first night we met. You were…” but Leo didn’t really know the word. High? Hallucinating?

“I know what I was,” Logan sighed.

“Do you want to talk about him?” Leo asked. “I mean, you don’t have to I just…I know it helps to talk about my dad sometimes.”

“Finn isn’t dead,” Logan said harshly. He took his hat off, pushing his hair back, and put it back on again.

“I know,” Leo said. “I know, I just meant—never mind.”

Leo, in a way that Logan would probably hate him for, was dying to know more about Saint Clair. Saint had been around long enough that Leo sometimes lost track of the fact that he’d escaped. Others were around the island, doing work and looking normal enough that Leo could forget about them, too.

But he couldn’t forget Logan. Logan, who was tortured and rough and missing someone in a way that Leo could feel, that Leo could recognize.

Beautiful, with his green eyes and rare smiles, that Leo knew he should steer well away from. Because Finn. Finn sounded like—

“He’s my—” Logan began, then shook his head. “I don’t know what to say. Boyfriend sounds—small.” Logan shifted, looking at Leo. “He’s all I have. He’s all I’ve had for a long time. Since I can remember. My entire life.” Logan ran a hand over his face, and when it came away, he looked exhausted. “I’m just repeating myself, but do you get it?”

“Yes,” Leo said. “I get it.”

“And now he’s—and I’m out here, and…”

“And you want to get him out, too,” Leo finished for him. Logan looked stricken.

“He got me out,” he said softly. “When it came down to it, he chose me. But I didn’t have time to choose him. It was all over so fast.”

Leo rubbed the colorful bracelet on his wrist. Boyfriend. “And when you say you’re looking for him…Waiting for him…”

“I know where he is,” Logan said. “And the waiting part was a lie. I’d be stupid to wait. I need to get him. He—“ Logan swallowed. “There’s a courtyard. Where I can usually see him. But he hasn’t been there.”

Leo watched Logan’s throat bob again. He was picking at his nail beds, at the scab. Leo lay his palm over his restless fingers, and Logan looked up, eyes bright.

“He needs my help.”

“Okay,” Leo nodded. “Okay.”

“Lovers on the wharf,” came a voice, accompanied by thumping music. Saint pulled up in a sleek looking car—that definitely wasn’t his own. He leaned out the window, grinning. “Deveaux has terrible taste in music.”

“You stole this car,” Leo said dryly. “Didn’t you.”

“Yes I did, Knut. Yes, I did.”

“Let's go,” Logan said. He sniffed and picked up his backpack.

“Who’s got shot gun?” Saint asked.

Remus stopped in front of the gallery heading that read Madness On Hogwarts.

He hadn’t asked his mother about it yet. He wasn’t even sure how to ask. But, there it was. The name Lupin was there. He didn’t have to look far. It was there, telling about the slow demise of the mind.

Part of Remus had always wondered when his own would begin.

Another part of him felt like it already had.

He was, after all, standing beside Sirius Black on the dark museum floor, looking for a rogue orphan from Saint Clair.

“It seems pretty quiet, to me,” Remus said. “You really think he came here tonight?”

“He stole Luke’s car, didn’t he?”

Remus snorted. “Yeah, but…”

“So, that’s very get-away-ish of him. I mean he blamed it on hating Gods but—“

Sirius cut off, swallowing, realizing what he said.

“It’s okay,” Remus said and smiled a little. “I…it’s okay.”

Sirius cleared his throat. “It’s just that ours doesn’t always start up.”

Remus’ tried to ease the tension. “Get-away-ish?”

Sirius just shrugged and ducked his head, but Remus thought he was maybe smiling, too.

“Why didn’t you tell James where we were going?” Sirius asked instead, shining his flashlight over a model of a great merchant ship, its sails molded to seem like they were filled with wind. Remus could practically feel it.

It was Remus’ turn to duck as they walked around the exhibits, listening. “James Potter and sneaking anywhere? I don’t know about that.”

Sirius did laugh this time, and he looked almost surprised with it. “I guess you’re right.”

“Besides, he and Lily looked cozy.”

Sirius nodded. “Yeah, that’s been almost happening ever since I can remember.”

“Right,” Remus laughed. For a moment it felt like they did know each other. As though they had been going to school together since they were little. As though Sirius hadn’t left school one day and never returned.

“Can I…ask you something?” Remus said hesitantly.

Sirius made a non-committal sound, and Remus figured that was as good as he was going to get.

“When you left school,” Remus began, then hesitated. “Well, I guess I mean, how? Didn’t your parents…or the police, even…”

“My parents don’t want a son like me,” Sirius replied easily. “As far as the law goes…I’ve never been bothered. I assumed they told the Academy I was being homeschooled. When I say someone like me, I guess I mean they don't want anything to ruin their reputation.” Sirius sighed. “Whatever that may be. Otherwise, I don’t know.”

“But you weren’t homeschooled,” Remus said. “You’re in The Hollow?”

Sirius’ smile was a little challenging. “Surfing every morning. Hanging out with my friends every night. I get work where I can, but I don’t need much.”

Remus nodded. “I guess that doesn’t sound too bad. I guess you’re not going to college, then.”

“That stuff isn’t for everyone,” Sirius replied.

“Oh,” Remus began. “No, I wasn’t, like, judging, I was just—”

That was when they heard a thump and a curse. They jolted, looking at each other.

“The archives,” Remus whispered.

“He did say it wasn’t on the floor.”

Remus took off towards the back rooms, Sirius on his heels. He fumbled with his keys for a moment, then shoved the correct one into the lock and pushed the door open.

“Saint,” Sirius panted.

Remus looked from the pried open window, to the boy peaking his head through the glass—Logan, he remembered—and then, finally, to Saint, crouched on the floor and pulling flat drawers open, one after another.

Saint just looked over his shoulder at them, flashlight between his teeth, then back to the file drawer he was rummaging through.

“If you were hoping to catch me, maybe don’t leave your big flashy car out front, Lupin.”

Remus narrowed his eyes. He hadn’t even thought of the car.

“Look, I can’t let you steal something,” Remus said.

Saint scoffed. “Look, if it means that much to you, I’ll put it right back, we just need to look at it.”

Logan dropped in through the window, then, hissing as he cut his forearm on what looked like a stray nail. He looked up, seemingly mindless of the blood dripping near his fingers.

“We’ll just take a picture,” Logan said. “I promise.”

“Who says I’ll let you?” Remus said.

“Because I’m limber like that,” Saint said. “I can get in and out of here, and I can certainly slip through your sailor hands.”

“Yeah, is that something you worry about?” Sirius said, and Saint’s head snapped towards him. The light fell over Sirius’ face. “Being able to make the escape?”

Remus thought the words sounded menacing, at least he thought Saint thought that, but Sirius’ expression was softer. Worried, even.

“Very funny,” Saint finally replied, and his smile had a bite to it around the light. “Ha, ha.”

Saint Clair, Remus realized. Sirius was talking about Saint Clair. He looked at Logan again. Logan was watching Saint almost eagerly.

“What are you even looking for?” Remus asked.

There was a grunt as a third boy piled in—Leo, from The Lion.

“Leo?” Sirius said, looking between the three of them. “Jesus, Saint, what’s going on?”

“We’re looking for something,” Saint’s words were marred by the metal between his teeth. “Merde, aren’t you listening?”

“I told you no,” Remus said.

Saint pulled open another drawer. “And I told me yes.”

Remus and Sirius looked at each other. Remus shook his head, at a loss, and Sirius sighed.

“At least tell us what it is,” Sirius said, and went to crouch beside Saint.

Remus watched as Sirius put a hand on his back, low and firm. It was a familiar and comfortable gesture, and Remus thought Saint maybe pushed into it a little.

Remus tilted his head, looking at the soft splay of Sirius’ fingers.

“A map,” Leo said, and Saint all but hissed at him. “What? We’re not taking anything. I don’t even know why we broke in, really, we should have just asked—”

Saint took the light from his mouth. “I’m nothing if not a showboat.”

“Anything?” Logan asked, peering closer to what Saint was looking at. Saint had two papers in his hands, but he tossed them down roughly—too roughly for Remus’ liking.

Saint ignored Logan with a long sigh, and turned to Remus, bumping one of the flat drawers closed with a hip. “We are in need of a treasure map, Lupin.”

Remus blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Don’t tell me the mad-house you grew up in didn’t have tales of The Voldemort.”

Remus felt his blood spike, heat draping itself around his neck. “Don’t fucking—”

“What Saint means,” Leo stepped forward, eyes apologetic. “I…my dad was looking for it. He was close and…and he’s—Saint and Logan agreed to help me find it. I didn’t know we’d be doing this. They know how much it means to me—”

“If your dad’s close to finding it, why not just use his map?” Remus asked.

Leo glanced up at him, then down at the drawers. “It went down with him and his boat.”

“Oh,” Remus stuttered out. “I…”

Leo just shook his head. “I remember what it looks like. I’ll know it when I see it.”

Saint waved his hand, and Remus noticed Luke’s watch again. “What’s it going to say, Knut, the ancient treasure lies here?”

“It’s not to The Voldemort,” Leo said. “It’s to a trading post, a stop point just off of Hogwarts. In the Cradle. People thought that it might have been a sort of cover operation, that maybe someone found the gold and was using it as a way to smuggle it out unnoticed—”

“So, it’s not even there?” Logan asked.

Leo splayed his hands helplessly. “I don’t know!”

Remus looked at Sirius when he laughed. “You’re kidding.” Sirius knocked Saint’s shoulder. “You’re looking for the fucking Voldemort? Since when?”

“You’re the one who wants to leave this island,” Saint said lowly. “To do that you’ll need money.”

Sirius’ expression changed in the dim light. The moon was high now, and he looked silver and shadowed—and surprised.

“What?” Sirius said faintly. Saint wouldn’t meet his eye. “But you don’t want—”

Logan stepped forward, eyes still on Remus. “Look. We’re not crazy. Leo wants this for his dad, and I—I need to help someone. I told you when we met, didn’t I?”

“You said you were looking for someone,” Remus replied.

Logan nodded quickly.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Saint said and rose, turning to Logan and pointing the light towards his chest like an accusing finger. “Hold every single one of your horses. This is not about Saint Clair, and this is not about Finn. This is about your stupidity and The Carrows.”

“No,” Logan said. “This is about getting Finn out.”

“The Carrows,” Leo repeated, looking at Logan. Logan glanced at him, then rubbed a hand over his face.

“Then help me with Finn,” Logan said, louder this time. “I made a mistake with The Carrows, fine, but are you going to be my next one?”

“No,” Saint all but snarled back.

Logan shoved him, hard, sending Saint crashing back against the files, making them rattle.

“Hey,” Sirius said lowly, and then he had a hand wrapped up in Logan’s shirt, pushing him back.

“Stop,” Remus said, putting his hands out. “Jesus, not here. Maybe you all don’t give a shit, but everything in here is old. It’s precious.” He turned to Leo. “A map, you said a map, just tell me so we can all leave.”

Leo bit his lip, gesturing towards the drawers. “These are labeled?”

Remus nodded and watched them all warily as Leo took the light from Logan and crouched to read the writing on the drawers.

Saint and Logan were still staring at each other. Remus could practically feel some unsaid words between them. Sirius had let Logan go, but Remus didn’t want to keep the three of them in this room together for much longer.

“Here,” Leo said suddenly, and the sound of one of the rattling drawers filled the room. “It’s—oh.”

“What?” Logan asked, shoving around Sirius’ body towards the drawer. Remus followed, glancing back once. Saint and Sirius had their heads close. Sirius had his hand on Saint’s neck, and they were talking softly but quickly to each other.

Remus looked away.

The label read, Cartography. C. 18th. Commerce Port, but in place of anything that the label suggested, was an index card with neat handwriting on it.

On loan: Victor Deveaux

“Deveaux,” Saint said, clucking his tongue. “Deveaux, Deveaux, Deveaux…”

“No,” Remus heard Leo breathe.

“That’s Luke’s dad,” Remus said. He stared at the name. “Oh. That’s…”

“What?” Logan asked. “What do you know?”

Remus shot him a look. He seemed even more on edge than a few moments ago.

“I’d sort of forgotten with everything. Everything that happened to Luke this past year, but,” Remus said. “Luke was always sort of obsessed with the treasure. Only because his dad was, though. When we got older, me and James sort of made fun of him for it, but when we were younger, Mr. Deveaux used to hide little trinkets or candy for us somewhere in the house, and then write out clues for us to work through.” Remus smiled at the memory. It was happy, and it was sad. It seemed like too long ago. “It was fun.”

“So, he has the map,” Logan said. “Can you take us there?”

“Can you relax, speed racer, thanks,” Saint snapped.

“We need the map,” Logan barked back.

“It’s almost three in the morning,” Remus said.

“All the better,” Saint replied and closed the window they had come through before opening the museum door.

“Can’t this wait until morning?”

“Luke won’t just hand it over,” Sirius offered.

Remus turned to him. “What do you care?”

“Saint cares.”

Remus blinked. Sirius was all walled up again, eyes silver.

“Lead the way, Sailor,” Saint said.

Luke’s house was large and pristine, but it looked abandoned somehow. Saint stared up at the white walls, the stone chimney that he couldn’t imagine ever got used. He wondered if it was as grand as the Potters’ house inside. It certainly looked that way, manicured and vast. But it lacked the warmth. It seemed to shift in the night wind.

“We can’t just knock,” Remus broke the silence.

“We should wait,” Leo said somewhat nervously.

“I’ve got this,” Saint replied, chin tilted up towards the large house’s windows. “Which one’s his?”

Remus laughed. “You’re not serious.”

“No, that’d be him,” Saint said, clapping Sirius on the back—who rolled his eyes. “Now, tell me.”

“What are you going to do, climb up the drain pipe?”

Saint shucked his flip flops into the grass. “Yes, sir.”

“You could fall,” Sirius warned.

Saint looked at the windows, set deep into the house’s frame. The rough painted sides and stray vine climbing the surface. He looked at the tilted roof. “I won’t. Now which room is his?”

Remus, behind Saint, was quiet for a long time. Saint kept his eyes forward, squeezing his hands into fists, and then letting them out again. His heart beat hard in his chest, as if remembering a memory his mind wouldn’t.

“He keeps a light on,” Remus finally sighed, and pointed. “That window there.”

The metal and stone were cold beneath Saint’s feet. The pipe was sturdy, but every time it creaked he could hear the others whisper from below. The higher Saint climbed, the more the wind picked up. He closed his eyes letting it push his hair off of his forehead. The summer night was humid, and the moon was high.

“Saint?” he heard Sirius whisper from below.

Saint didn’t respond, just kept climbing. That was how climbing worked. Maybe, if you were lucky, you could rest, but the real part was pushing through the aches and the fear.

What do you hate so much that you’re helping us? Logan had asked him in the car on their way to the museum, and Saint had said something silly, as he always did. He’d smiled. Logan hadn’t laughed, but anyone else would have.

Saint thought of Sirius’ hand, low on his back in the archives rooms.

But you don’t want to go, Sirius had been about to say when Saint told him why they needed the gold. But you don’t want to leave.

If they had been alone, Saint might have actually told him the truth.

But you do, he would have said. If there was anything that wouldn’t be wasteful, it was getting Sirius Black off of this island and away from his own, terrified self. Saint might be a waste, but Sirius wasn’t.

Saint reached the roof and crouched, breathing hard. He could see the light from Luke’s room below him, the slates of the slight, pointed arch above the window frame. It was a short drop. He made it soundlessly, glancing down at the dark shape of the others as he swung himself onto the wooden sill. He could see the source of the light now.

It was a small bulb, plugged in low on the wall by the bed. Simple and cheap, with some sort of picture lit up. A sea shell, Saint thought. It didn’t illuminate much, but Saint could see Luke’s face. He was turned towards the window, on his stomach with an arm beginning to fall over the side of the mattress. He was bare to his waist, where the sheets pooled along his lower back.

Saint pushed at the top of the window until it cracked enough for him to curl his fingers beneath the frame. Luke didn’t stir, not even when Saint let the humid night air meet the AC, and set his bare feet softly on the hardwood floor.

Saint still didn’t know if Luke was a snoop, but he certainly knew that he was.

The floor was stacked with books. They were shoved over to the sides of the walls, near the desk beside a tangle of laptop chords and phone chargers. The bedside table was littered with old water glasses and coffee mugs, clothes occupied more of the floor than the open closet. There were small, empty plastic bags littered throughout the room. Saint picked up one, looking at the few grains of remnants.

He let it flutter back to the floor.

Everyone needed to control something, or at least think they did. Saint, for one too many times since Logan arrived, let himself think about Saint Clair. They’d taken clarity from him. He didn’t know how The Voldemort would get him that back—maybe nothing would. It would certainly take Sirius away, the only constant.

But everyone needed to control something. Or at least think they did. If Saint was going to be alone, he wouldn’t let it sneak up on him. Not again.

Saint was as good at tricking himself as he was at tricking others. And he liked gold. Part of him liked Luke, too. Stubborn. Mean. Beautiful. That would never change.

Saint looked down at Luke’s sleeping form. He looked younger in his sleep. He was dreaming. Saint could tell, there was a flicker beneath his eyelids. The bruise on his cheek was slowly fading, but a faint purple still graced his cheek.

“Tricky bastard,” Saint said aloud, and Luke stirred, cracking an eye open.

There it was. The sleepy look of Crucio, the haze. The lack of will, or maybe the abundance of it.

“You,” Luke mumbled. “You’re…”

His eyes flickered over Saint’s shoulder. Saint wondered who he was seeing. Saint crouched beside him and stroked a hand through his hair. Luke leaned into it. A loved one, then.

Luke blinked at him, and his expression shifted. He scrambled backwards, cursing.

“Saint,” Luke said, blinking. Saint laughed. He sort of liked that Luke couldn’t tell if he was really there or not.

“Hello, tweedle,” Saint said, and held up Luke’s father’s watch. “I need something from you.”

#relic keel lumosinlove #wolfstar #saint #Luke deveaux #jily #dorlene #harry potter #wolfstar fic #cw: drugs #cw: mention of death #lumosinlove ocs #lumosinlove

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Prologue: Not Enough

Series List

A/N: This is the prologue and is written from Auston’s POV. Auston mentioned in one video chat that he had a friend who plays in Europe that was staying with him during quarantine (that’s who Trevor is, but he is only briefly mentioned). This starts the day he met Katie (August 2019) and ends with the night in May 2020.

Warnings: A little fluff at the beginning, angst, swearing, drinking and smut (m + f oral, fingering, sex and complete and utter dominance by Freddie), voyeurism

Word Count: 8000

It was a hot Arizona day; you could already feel beads of sweat developing at your roots under your hat. It was barely 10am, but it was already nearing 100°F, and it was only going to get hotter. Walking in and taking off your Oakley’s it took a few seconds for your eyes to the change in lighting.

You weren’t even sure she was real at first, the way the light filtered through the large windows and kissed her skin. Her long hair tied behind her head flowing down her back, bright blue eyes staring back at you. But the thing you noticed first was her smile. God her smile was captivating.

Standing there talking to her twenty minutes after she had handed you your drink, you just kept trying to make her laugh, hoping to get a glimpse of her smile one more time. The two of you exchanged numbers and started hanging out. You didn’t even play the “Auston Matthews hockey player” card with her. She didn’t even know until one day a few weeks later you were picking her up after practicing in Phoenix and she saw the hockey sticks in the car. And even then she didn’t seem too phased by it.

You only had about 5 weeks with her before having to leave for training camp, but they were the best five weeks. She would spend her days off by your pool, her boxer Carlos swimming around. There were countless sleepovers and impromptu dates.

One day you picked her up after work and she dragged you into a vintage shop. Forcing you to try on ridiculous outfits and even finding a monocle for one of them. Blue feather boa around your neck, black top hat on your head with your arm over her shoulder while she was in a blue coloured 1950‘s dress that had a poodle skirt. It was the most ridiculous you had looked, but Katie had never looked better. She didn’t hesitate to pull your phone from your pocket and snap a few pictures, one them even ended up as your lock screen for a little bit.

She took you to her favourite spot, a two hour hike through the desert that lead to a lookout. There was rolling hills with winding roads and it overlooked Scottsdale. You also took her to your favourite sunset spot. Your roof.

You had taken a few girls up there before, your roommate Trevor used to tease you about it but it was different with Katie. The two of you stayed up there for hours, long after the sun had set and the stars had come out. You talked about anything and everything, only going inside after her third yawn in 15 minutes. Only then did you realize it was after 2am.

Leaving for the season you’d still text a few times a week, facetime and even sent flowers when her dog was sick. You wished you met her sooner; you had driven by that café every day going to the rink, why didn’t you ever stop by before? Those five weeks just went by too quick.

Everything with her seemed to be going well, and maybe at some point there could be a future for the two of you. Katie had just gotten out of a relationship a few months before meeting you and wasn’t looking for anything too serious. You remember thinking that maybe after next summer where you would have three months to spend together it could be better. Maybe she would be ready then.

Even still you carried on with the season slowly finding yourself with less time to chat. Instead of facetiming twice a week, it turned to once a week and then every other. Lying in bed awake at night you sometimes find yourself scrolling through the pictures on your phone, reliving those moments.

Meeting Y/N she instantly reminded you of Katie. Maybe it was her smile, or maybe it was her laugh. But there was warmth about her, a familiarity. You were instantly brought back to the clothing shop, and the nights on your roof. You remembered all those mornings waking up before Katie, her hair a mess wearing nothing but your t-shirt as she snored lightly beside you.

Leaving the party that night you called her, wanting to hear her voice. You stayed up probably an hour later than you should have just listening to her laugh on the other end of the phone. You even managed to find a few days where she could come down and you got Y/N out of your mind after that.

Weeks went by and you didn’t think of Y/N, even when you saw her at dinner with Fred. You quickly realized that everything you were feeling for Y/N was just lust; there was no real emotional connection with her.

Seeing her at Early Mercy you told yourself it was just the dress, Katie had a similar one she had worn when she visited. But you weren’t entirely sure you believed it. It was weird how one smirk and your hands on Y/N’s hips had brought everything rushing back. Like a dam being opened up, you found yourself once again thinking of two women.

But before you could process what you were feeling for Y/N. What was real, what was tricks your mind was playing on you, the league shut down and you were back in Scottsdale with Fred and Trev. The three of you lounging by the pool, having relaxing days with Felix, even hitting up the golf courses a few times.

Katie, being a barista, she wasn’t considered essential and you got to spend some time with her during the lockdown. It started with just a night or two together each week, and slowly you found her and Carlos over at your place more often.

Not able to take her out you ordered in a couple dinners but Fred and Trevor would be there too. Living together and all. You had said hi to Y/N a couple times while Fred Facetimed with her, but overall you didn’t talk to her a lot. Your feelings for Y/N went away as your feelings for Katie re-emerged.

You still got the idea Katie wasn’t looking for anything too serious. Sometimes lying in bed with her wrapped in your arms you thought you were the only person in her world. But then there were other moments you felt the complete opposite, just a small piece of her life.

She would leave and you wouldn’t hear from her for days. She would send you a couple texts and then it would be radio silence for hours. When she was with you she kept her phone on tight wraps, quickly reacting to alerts. She often would walk out of the room for phone calls, coming back saying he mom or sister said hi. It could be nothing, but given how you have done those exact things to women before it made you think there was something else going on.

But you really realized she still wasn’t looking for anything serious when she not so subtly hinted about threesomes. You knew she had done them in the past, mostly with one guy and another girl. But she told you about one night in college when she got drunk with her roommate and two guys.

Her and her roommate ended up hooking up a bit in front of the two guys. They sat there watching while they stripped the others clothes off and fooled around a bit. Her roommate ended up falling asleep and Katie almost kicked the guys out but changed her mind at the last minute.

She told you how she fooled around with both of them for hours. The alcohol in her blood led to her first threesome with two men and she described it as her favourite night. Not long after that she met her ex and they were together for a few years but he had no interest in anything like that so she didn’t participate in any more. Now that she was single she made it known she was very open to more. With two guys, with another girl, it didn’t seem like it mattered.

It started so slowly you didn’t even notice. She would not so subtly ask “where is Trev” when he was out getting groceries. Then she would get a little too close while offering to help him with dinner.

A week ago after a few drinks she was very obviously flirting with Fred in your kitchen. She slowly ran her fingers over his wrist asking about his watch, her body almost pressed against him. The next day she asked him to rub sunscreen on her back and pulled her hair to expose her skin but you were only 10 ft. away. Her not so discreet winks left little to the imagination and Fred noticed.

But both times he brushed her off saying he had to go call his mom even though it was the middle of the night in Denmark. And Trevor would wander away mumbling about working out. After the sunscreen incident the two of you had a major fight and you didn’t see her for almost a week.

Earlier today Trevor left to go to his parents for a week and Fred was out with some girl he had been talking to. You invited Katie over and everything seemed to be going well. She apologized for flirting with your friends, saying it wouldn’t happen again and you apologized for blowing up about it.

The two of you fell back into easy conversation. Watching as Carlos swam in the pool and Felix panicked from the safety of the concrete. He ran around the perimeter of the pool barking at Carlos, he even tried to reach out to get him and fell and you had to scoop him out. But that didn’t stop Felix from trying to “save” Carlos again; he managed to fall in the pool two more times before you all went inside.

After dinner Carlos and Felix are curled up on the couch together. Carlos seems impartial to Felix, but Felix is absolutely enamored with him, becoming his shadow for his entire visit.

Katie is up in your room on the phone with her sister who is in Michigan when you hear the front door open. Shoes are haphazardly kicked off followed by his footsteps down the hall, neither dog even lifting their heads too tired from the fun during the day.

Walking into the kitchen Fred opens the fridge quickly twisting the cap off a beer. Glancing to the stove you see it’s 1030. Sitting at the bar he tells you about his night, you weren’t expecting him until tomorrow morning. He starts ranting about some bullshit drama the girl started and how he is done with her, doesn’t want the headache.

He asks if you want to go out to a bar for a drink, saying he can use a change in scenery. Restrictions are beginning to lift in Arizona, bars and restaurants opening up with partial capacity. He doesn’t know Katie is upstairs. How could he? She arrived after he left.

You respond by telling him that it’s a Tuesday, nothing will be that busy. But you know that it’s not really alcohol he is after, there is plenty in the house. He is seeking a distraction for the night. Brushing him off he accepts your lie and sits at the island, further diving into his night.

“Someone here?” he asks pulling the beer to his lips. Katie must have dropped something, your bedroom being right above the kitchen and it echoes off the hardwood.

“Yeah Katie” you say dismissively, when you see the spark hit his eye. The wheels in his brain beginning to turn and you knew exactly the path they were heading. You two have shared women before, and your eyes got that same glimmer in them when the idea crossed your mind.

Only difference the last two were his girls, Emily and Sarah. Sarah was a random girl he had only known for a few weeks; someone Fred said there was no future and was just having fun with.

And Emily met him in Toronto. A few nights later she approached you at a different bar. When you invited her out for drinks a few weeks later with some of the guys she played dumb like she didn’t know you and Fred were friends, but you both quickly realized what she was after. He had no attachment or desire for anything further with either woman.

But up until recently you thought Katie was different. You thought there could be something, although she did just reiterate the fact she doesn’t want a relationship about 2 hours ago.

“Yeah?” he asks smugly raising an eyebrow. “Think she wants to have some fun tonight?”

Those words sting. One you knew she was already going to have fun with you. But two, you knew he was only asking because he knows she is into it. He wouldn’t ask if he genuinely thought Katie had no interest.

“I don’t know man” you sigh. Looking up you are met with his dark brown eyes eagerly waiting for you to catch on “I’ll go ask” you finally say.

Walking to your bedroom you almost considered not knocking, telling Fred she said no and ushering him out before she even knew he was there. But you also know Katie wants this, and you want her to be happy.

Slowly opening your bedroom door you see the bathroom door is closed, a flicker of light under the door frame. Sighing you sit on the bed and wait for her to come out; hoping she is in her pajama’s with her makeup off and ready for bed. Instead when that door opens you see her hair still flowing down her back. Tight dark jean short and a white tank top that your surprised can even stay buttoned up, her tits barely fitting inside. Your dick twitches at the sight, just as it had when she walked in your door earlier in the afternoon.

“Hey” she smiles walking over to you. She stops in front of your legs, hands resting on your shoulders as you get lost in her floral perfume. Leaning down her lips brush against yours, her hands tangling into your hair as she straddles you on the bed, a deep groan getting caught in her throat.

You want nothing more than to throw her onto her back and dominate her for the next few hours. Tie her up and make her scream your name time after time again. But you don’t, and she can sense your hesitation.

“What’s up” she pulls away slightly her lips moving to your jaw and neck.

“Fuck” you groan getting lost in her touch tilting your head for her. She smiles at your response and you allow her to continue for a minute before pulling back. “I gotta talk to you about something” you reluctantly whisper.

“Hmm” she doesn’t even pull back, clearly one thing on her mind.

“Fred” you choke out “he came back and had an idea…” you trail off as her teeth sink into your neck and she grinds her clothed core over your dick. “He umm” you can barely focus as she continues to pepper kisses along your neck, gently sucking on your ear lobe. “He wanted to know if you wanted a threesome” you practically whisper out the end out that sentence.

You aren’t even sure if she heard you because she doesn’t stop, grinding her hips down further. “Yeah?” she finally mumbles against your neck “what do you think about that?” You know she is only checking in with you given how you spent 40 minutes discussing her openly hitting on your friends, if you hadn’t of fought over it she probably would have accepted the offer by now.

“It’s up to you” you groan hands gently gripping the back of her thighs.

“Mhm” she muses “but do you want to?”

That question makes your stomach churn. You want to do it for Katie, for Fred even. But if you are only thinking about yourself the answer is no. Literally any other girl you would have no problem with. But the thought of Fred fucking Katie makes you nauseous.

“Yeah” you say softly and she smiles wide quickly bringing her lips to yours. The kiss is full of passion and heat, and you know her answer long before she tells you. Her tongue swipes the inside of your mouth, her breasts pressing against your chest.

“You better go get Fred then” she whispers bringing her lips back to yours.

Quickly flipping her she lands on her back with a loud squeal, a sound guaranteed to make your dick throb. Your mouth quickly attaches to her neck before dipping lower, your tongue swipes along the crescent of her breasts and you leave some open mouth kisses. You hope she pulls you down closer, not letting you leave, too caught up in the moment. That her legs wrap around your waist and she pins you on top of herself. Instead she giggles and gives your shoulders a playful push and you pull away.

She shoots you a playful wink and you saunter off, finding Fred exactly where you left him. At the island, his beer almost gone. His eyes perk up when he hears you, and he smirks when you give him a nod toward your bedroom.

Silently the two of you make your way to the bedroom and a huge part of you hopes she is waiting to tell you she changed her mind. Instead you see her sitting on the end of the bed, stripped from her clothes in nothing but a matching white lace bra and panty set.

Fred mutters a low fuck and you can see his eyes raking over body. Following the valley of her breasts down her stomach to her core that you can only assume is soaked. You swallow so hard at the sight you think she could see your Adams apple pop from your throat, or your dick throbbing in your pants.

“Hey Fred” she says breathlessly walking over to the two of you. She stops at you first and pulls you down for a kiss. You are slow and cautious while she is full of heat and need. Gripping your hands she brings them around her body to her ass, encouraging you to get a huge handful while her arms lock around your neck. She pulls you down, her back arching as her tongue dances in your mouth.

The two of you are locked in a heated kiss, you continuing to firmly squeeze her ass. Her fingers gently tangle into your locks, your hat falling to the floor. For a moment you forget Fred is there, getting lost in Katie’s touch. A slight groan gets caught in her throat and the two of you pull away gasping for air. She smirks feeling your bulging erection in your denim and brings her thumb to the side of your lip to wipe away some lip gloss smeared around your lips.

Taking two steps she walks over to Fred who without hesitation has a hand on the back of her neck. Tangling into her hair he pulls her face forward their lips crashing into the others. She moans into the kiss and he walks her backwards to the bed. Her knees hit, his hands are on her back slowly lowering her onto the mattress.

Once on the bed, his knees on either side of her he pulls back pealing his shirt off. He throws it right at you, a little extra touch. Nonetheless you throw it on the floor, quickly followed by yours. You watch her eyes light up taking in his broad shoulders and the curves of his stomach muscles. It’s not that she hasn’t seen him without a shirt by the pool but this time it’s different.

Fred has a wide grin on his face as her hands begin to wander over his body, starting on his chest before sliding around to his back. Eventually they stop, tugging on the roots of his hair and one knee bends. The two of them are locked in a staring match, eyes never faltering. His hand finds the back of her thigh and gently runs up it, cupping her ass in the process.

“You know I hear you at night” he says and a blush immediately hits her cheek and turning her head away slightly. “No need to be embarrassed it’s hot.” He ducks down his tongue tracing the valley of her breasts, the spot where your lips were mere moments ago. You wonder if he can taste you on his tongue.

“I kind of want to make those sounds come out of you first” his fingers begin to trail up the inside of her thigh and her head falls back. His thick fingers begin stroking over her clothed core and you almost see her entrance quiver at the touch as he pops his head up to look at her face. “What do you say you let me pull those filthy moans from you first, and then we let him join?”

Undoing your belt, the buckle landing on the floor captures her attention. Her bright blue eyes find yours and you desperately tried to plead with her to not let that happen. You can’t imagine having to helplessly watch. Before she has a chance to read your face his fingers press further into her clothed core and a breathy "yes" falls from her lips.

You stand there button and zipper undone but completely frozen. You can see the smirk hit his face as her eyes flutter closed as he sinks his teeth into her collarbone. Your pants slip out your grasp and end up on the floor in a pile around your ankles, staring as his fingers slip under the lace and slowly work her open.

“You should go sit Auston” his head nods to the chair in the corner. “We’ll let you know when we want you.”

You have never wanted to throw Fred against a wall until that moment, and if it wasn’t for Katie’s moan you would have. Stepping out of your jeans you walk over to the chair, a perfect angle for you see everything he does to her.

Pulling his fingers out, he lifts her hips and drags the white lace down her legs. Her hands trail down his chest, gently digging in to his hip.

“Like what you see baby” he asks unclasping her bra.

She doesn’t muster a response, instead pulling her bottom lip through her teeth and giving him a slight nod. He slowly slides his fingers inside of her scissoring her open. You see the two digits curl upward and start to slide in and out. Immediately you can tell she is soaked from the sounds coming between her legs.

His fingers slide in and out with ease, his mouth quickly finding her breast. Her breathing gets deeper and Fred continues to suck and swirl her breast in his mouth.

Her first one always takes a bit of work, but once she had one the second always quickly follows. Tonight is no different, Fred could go faster, and she likely would have gotten there by now, instead he is relishing in every moan, groaning when she grinds her hips down on his digits.

Glancing to the clock it’s been well over 15 minutes of you watching his fingers slide in and out. 15 minutes of her moaning. 15 minutes of you being painfully hard watching everything unfold. 15 minutes until her breathing switches.

You want to be mad at Fred still for making you sit in the corner like a kid on time out, but that hitch in her throat catches your attention and his. He doesn’t stop, continuing his slow but firm pace as she continues to pant his name more erratically. Her knuckles on the duvet are white from clenching it so hard, and finally you see her pussy flutter.

Even from a few feet away it is glorious to watch. Walls contracting around his fingers, white spilling around his digits, curse words tumbling off her lips. In that moment it didn’t matter she hadn’t looked to you for ages, she hadn’t muttered your name. Seeing that, knowing her veins were flooded with euphoria, nothing seems to matter to you anymore.

And once her legs stop trembling that feeling doesn’t leave. You watch Fred’s fingers increase their speed searching for her second orgasm. When this all started you were very uneasy almost nauseous but now your dick is twitching in your boxers and all you want is to watch her have another. To watch her fall apart again.

Her fingers release the handful of the duvet and find his hair firmly gripping his red roots. His thumb connects to her clit and begins to harshly press circles into it. Sensing her second orgasm is near you shifted to the edge of your seat, wanting the best view possible.

And then it happens, her second one in a matter of minutes. Her legs trembled as he fucks his fingers in and out of her. The only sound is her breathlessly moaning his name. Even though it wasn’t your name it sent a fire through you.

Just as you reach for the elastic of your boxers, Fred pulls back. You stop thinking maybe this is your moment, finally you can join. Instead he pulls his pants and boxers off in one quick motion.

Katie’s eyes go wide at the sight before her. The look you are used to seeing on woman’s faces when they first meet Fred’s cock, sometimes they still have that look on the third or fourth time. And it’s not that you are small by any means, you are very long

Fred is also long, but he is incredibly thick.

Some women are shocked when they see Fred, others are scared. But not Katie. Katie looks excited about what awaits her. She quickly flips him onto his back with a giggle and begins to adjust herself between his thighs when he calls her up whispering something in her ear.

Glancing over to you with a smirk she nods slightly at whatever he whispers in her ear. She turns and adjusts herself sitting on his chest facing you as she begins to stroke over his shaft. Your eyes are locked on her dripping cunt; you can see some of the juices that have collected slowly falling onto Fred’s chest. Katie gives Fred a few more tugs before dropping her mouth down to him.

Slowly she runs her tongue up his shaft a few times before swirling her tongue around his throbbing tip, lapping up some of the precum that has oozed out. You can feel her magnificent mouth as if it’s on you even though its feet away. “Wanted to make sure you had the best view man” Fred mumbles but you can’t see him, Katie’s body blocking his face.

With a mischievous wink she wraps her mouth around him and your eyes almost roll to the back of your head. She begins to slowly bob on him, using her hand to help with what she can’t fit. As she becomes acquainted with his size she begins to bring her mouth lower taking more and more of him in. Her deep blue eyes never leaving yours.

Fred’s hands grip her hips and he begins to moan out her name.

“Fuck man” Fred groans directing that statement to you.

“Yeah she’s unbelievable with her mouth” you chuckle. “But just wait until you bury yourself in her man, her walls are like magic.”

“Fuck, can’t wait” he groans as she has taken his entire length. His hips buck up a few times thrusting further into her mouth causing her to gag. You have never felt so jealous watching Katie choke on your friends dick while her fingernails scraped down his inner thighs, just like she had done so many times with you.

All you can imagine is how fucking good it will be with her lips are finally on you. Your throbbing dick, oozing with precum. You are almost positive the second she touches you; you will come undone but you don’t care. Instead of anger you feel excitement and quickly pull your boxers off. Her eyes go wide seeing you sitting in the chair, cock painfully hair and waiting for her.

Nodding your eyes down to your dick in a “you want this” kind of way she smiles around him. His moans have turned into groans, and his breathing getting louder and you can tell he is getting close. He mumbles in Danish to her and she just hums in response and you almost lose yourself in the moment.

You think he is about to finish and shoot ribbon after ribbon down her throat. When that happens you know it will be your window to join in while he recovers. But instead he pulls her off gently tossing her onto the bed.

She lands beside him with an “umph” on her hands and knees and Fred is quickly behind her. Spreading her cheeks apart his eyes level with her glistening slick that has collected between her legs. He dives in mouth cleaning the juices that remain on her thighs before connecting to her folds.

Her head falls back, her long hair resting low on her back. Once his mouth connects to her entrance and his tongue slowly flicks inside her eyes snap shut and her breathing deepens. Every time he presses in further her entire body jolts forward before she finally can’t support herself and falls to her elbows.

“Katie baby” you say surprised your voice doesn’t crack. “Open your eyes for me.”

A deep seeded chuckle falls from the man behind her and she whimpers in response. You can tell she is close, and the closer she gets the harder it is for her to keep her eyes open. But she tries. His nose will press in a little further and her eyes will flutter shut. He pulls back and they open wide.

“I’m gonna cum” she barely manages to whisper before her head lands on the mattress and Fred groans behind her. You bring your eyes to her core and see some of her juices spilling around his mouth, as strangled moans get caught in her throat.

“God you taste like heaven” Fred pulls back wiping his face clean of the liquid coating his beard. His index finger slowly rubs over her entrance and she shudders at the touch.

“Please” she whimpers her body jolting forward trying to have a few moments of relief.

“What do you want baby?” Fred smirks continuing to stroke over her core and she tries to squirm from his touch. For the first time in twenty minutes you feel some anger hearing him call her that. You call her baby. And he knows it.

“I need a minute” she squirms as he starts to slowly press two fingers back inside her core.

“You sure baby?” he pumps his thick digits a few more times. “I hear you with him” his fingers dipping out of your view “doesn’t sound like he gives you a minute.”

He pulls his fingers out and climbs off the bed pulling her with him by her hips. Once at the edge he bends one knee onto the bed, his tip pressing at her core. Fred looks up and gives you a wink and he guides himself in.

“Ungh” she groans as he slides inside her walls very slowly pressing his length inside her. Her mouth opens into a silent “O” her scream getting caught in her lungs. Watching her get stretched by your best friend almost makes you explode all over your chest. Your hand wraps around your length and you begin to stroke yourself, using your thumb to spread around the precum that has been oozing out.

“Fuck you’re so big-it’s too much” she groans pulling away.

“I’m not even halfway in yet” he says smugness rolling off his tongue. You shake your head and you can see the tears pricking her eyes. His hands fists her hips and he continues to guide himself in, further stretching her walls around his length and her eyes close shut.

Finally her ass hits his pelvis and he stops fully seethed in her warmth. He gives her a moment to adjust, rolling his hips slowly but not pulling back. You watch her eyes slowly flutter open, blinking back the few tears that are stinging her eyes.

With a sharp inhale she pulls forward slightly. Fred picks up on her movements and slowly pulls back before the two of them close the gap with their bodies. You continue to tug on yourself, fully engaged in the scene in front of you.

“Fuck” she hisses and Fred stops for a moment. “No don’t stop” she whimpers turning her head to look back at him.

With a dark grin he snaps his hips slowly rocking in and out of her. “You’re so fuckin tight-fuck you feel so good” his voice is low and husky, but it makes her whimper again. He pulls her back onto his cock. Harder and deeper than before. Reaching in front of her she clenches around the duvet her eyes slowly find yours.

“Freddie” she moans and your hand stops. Your blood boils at how his name sounds coming off her lips. It sounds good, too good.

Upon hearing his names Fred reaches forward to grab her by the neck pulling her up against his sweaty chest. He doesn’t tighten his hand on her neck instead using it to hold her in place as he continues to thrust in and out of her.

“Oh Freddie right there” she moans her breath ragged as his cock slides in and out of her dripping pussy. He sinks his teeth into her shoulder, but looks to you through his lashes. You think it’s your time to join; it’s been the two of them for almost an hour. Standing up the chair slides on the floor and Katie’s open at the sound. With every step you take to the bed Fred’s eyes follow you.

His hand slides down from her neck to her nipple and he pulls it through his fingers. Katie gasps while his teeth sink into the flesh on her neck. “What do you think baby” he mumbles sucking a hickey against her neck. “Think it’s his turn yet” he thrusts his hips and her head falls back against his shoulder “I thought we were still having fun.”

“Yes” she groans. Looking at her face you can immediately tell she is barely hanging on, her orgasm hovering on the edge.

“Yes what baby” he runs his tongue over the marks that he has left behind, the marks that litter her collarbone.

“We’re still having fun Fred” she groans when his teeth harshly bite her neck. Fred eyes over to the chair in the corner but you don’t move glaring into his dark brown eyes. He can’t be fucking serious you think to yourself.

It has never been like this. Neither one of you has spent more than five minutes with a woman when the other was there, always sharing equally. But every woman up until this point has made an effort for both of you.

Emily stopped giving Fred a blowjob and walked over to you to pull you to the bed. She whispered in your ear how she wanted you to shove your fingers in her while she blew your best friend. And Sarah had the two of you lying on your backs beside one another and she would spend a few minutes riding one of you before switching to the other. But Katie is different; she is making zero effort to include you, as if she doesn’t even want you there.

His entire hand cups her breast and he continues to forcefully pound into her, her entire body jerking forward with each thrust. His eyes narrow and he pushes her forward so she lands on her hands, her mouth inches from your length.

You think you’ve won, that he has caved but instead he brings a hand up connecting it to her ass. You hear the sound echo through the room, her yelp almost immediately after while the skin of her ass ripples at the contact. You move closer and he brings his hand back slapping the same spot as before, her skin immediately turning red. When her body jolts forward her nose hits your shaft and you moan loudly finally getting some contact.

He soothes over the reddening skin a few times before connecting his hand to it again. The pistoning of his dick has her body jolting forward, each thrust firm and hitting her deep. The burning of her skin makes the tears start to fall down her cheeks. Your hand reaches for her face, your thumb wiping the few tears away.

She whimpers out a soft “please” and you aren’t even sure who she is talking to.

“I’ll stop if you tell him we’re still having fun baby” he says smugly slowing his pace but still driving into her cervix every time. Your eyes snap up and are met with 2 blown pupils. “Tell him it’s not his turn yet.”

Your eyes narrow at his words and you just shake your head. Pure rage coursing through your veins and you are tempted to push him off of her as he snaps his hips once more. Grinning he connects his hand to her ass one more time.

“I mean we both know she can take it, you’ve given her worse” she whimpers at his dominance tone as he aggressively drives into her. “Such. A. Little. Slut” Each word is accompanied by a forceful thrust and he finishes the sentence with another firm slap of the ass.

“Aus” she barely manages to whimper. Her barely audible voice captures your attention and you soothingly rub your thumb over her jaw. “Please” she whimpers practically begging you to stop.

The desperation in her voice is more than you can take. You know the longer you stand there the more he will punish her. It’s agitating how his dominance over Katie keeps you frozen to the sidelines. Keeping your eyes locked on his you take a few steps backwards. There is an arrogance plastered on his face knowing he won. His hand strokes over the red marks covering her ass while he resumes his fast pace once again.

The way her brow furrowed as he hits her deep, her mouth falls open with disbelief, you find yourself bubbling with envy. Katie’s makeup is a mess, mascara running down her cheeks lipstick smeared. Beads of sweat roll down Fred chest while Katie’s moans get louder. Each of his thrusts is accompanied by a moan.

“I can’t” she whines falling further into the bed, her cheek hitting the mattress as her back arches more for him.

Hearing the pleading in her voice, her incoherent sounds, it’s normally all it takes for you to come undone. Finally you notice Fred getting sloppy in his thrusts but he keeps going sensing she is close. She begs him to finish that she can’t handle it but he gives her a couple deep thrusts causing her to squirt all over his cock.

You look away as she screams out, unable to focus. That sound and sight is something you used to relish in, but you have never been so disappointed to see it happen. Disappointed it’s not you. Disappointed she doesn’t want it to be you.

You hear him mumble in Danish behind her before his hips still having spilled in the condom. You are so agitated you can’t even think of your throbbing erection.

He pulls out and falls onto his back pulling her into his chest. They are both breathless and clammy with sweat as he gently rubs a hand over her arm. He begins talking softly in her ear, you only picking up bits and pieces. You hear him ask if she is okay, if she needs anything as he brushes his lips against her temple lightly, Katie only moaning in response.

Stalking off to the bathroom you run a cloth under the tap. Once in the bedroom you toss the towel at Fred, landing at his chest. You see the look on his face but don’t bother to wait any longer, bitterly walking to your dresser and pull out a t-shirt for Katie.

Turning around you almost walk directly into Fred’s body. Gripping your elbow he holds you in place “you okay man” he asks.

“Yeah fine” you reply harshly. Glancing around to Katie she is lying on her back, completely fucked out. A slight moan falls from her lips as you see her breathing begin to steady.

“I’m really sorry man” he turns his attention to Katie at her moan “I don’t know what happened –“ he trails off knowing he overstepped.

“I said it’s fine Fred” you refuse to meet his gaze.

“Tony come on man” he tries to reason “I’m really sorry” he is cut off by a whimper leaving Katie as she rolls onto her side.

“I gotta” you run your hand through your hair. “There’s nothing to worry about. I gotta take care of her, have a good night man.”

He releases your elbow but doesn’t move watching you walk over to Katie bending down in front of her at the side of the bed. You run your hand through her hair, brushing her hair behind her ears. Fred lingers by your dresser for a little bit watching the exchange between you too.

“Hey Kat” you smile when you catch a glimpse of her bright blue eyes.

“Hey” she mumbles groggily, eyes heavy and struggling to stay open.

“Sit up for a sec” she reluctantly obliges and you pull your shirt over her head placing a soft kiss to her forehead. When she loses her energy and falls into the bed you notice Fred has slipped out of the room.

In the shower cold water rolls down your back as you run through tonight. You run through the last 9 months at that, every interaction with Katie. You want to be mad at Fred, but you can’t.

He had no idea how you felt about her. Yes you spend time with her, but you’ve spent time like this with women back in Toronto not meaning anything. There was a girl you kept in contact with for almost two seasons, hanging out with, bringing her to games. You brought her to a team party and even flew her down to Arizona for a few days but it never evolved into anything, he would have no way of knowing Katie was different to you. He actually asked about her a few weeks back and you said you aren’t anything serious.

It wasn’t a complete lie, Katie not looking for anything serious. But you mostly said it because he was wondering why she was blatantly flirting with him. It was more of a way for you to put him at ease over that situation because he was confused by it.

You spend way too much time in there, retracing every moment with Katie. You remember the day in the vintage clothing store, sunsets on your roof or the mornings laughing in bed. You remember the couple days she spent in Toronto. You woke up at 4am to no blankets only to find her in the living room standing at your oversized window wrapped in your duvet watching the snow fall. It was the first time in almost 4 years she had seen snow.

But then you remember why she was there, in Toronto. You only invited her because of Y/N. You had an amazing couple days with Katie, but only because you couldn’t stop thinking of Y/N. Wrapping your hand around your throbbing cock, you know you have to deal with it before bed. You think of Y/N and what she is doing back in Toronto as you tug on yourself. Hand wrapped around your cock you pump it before finally feeling your sticky warmth spill out and onto your hand.

Stepping into your bedroom you see Katie’s hair barely visible under the duvet and pillows. Carlos and Felix have migrated in to the room, and are curled up around her. There is a glass of water and a bottle of Advil on her bedside table that wasn’t there before, and the clothes that once littered the floor are in the hamper.

Fred.

“Hey” you say walking into the kitchen after a run a few days later.

“Hey” Fred pops his head around from the stove. “Hungry?”

You nod slightly and he gets a plate ready for you while you pour some water. You and him have talked over the past few days, played some video games and basically acted as if that night didn’t happen. Neither of you broaching the topic yet and because of that there is still some tension.

“I haven’t seen Katie around the past few days” he says bringing some eggs to his mouth.

You clear your throat taking a small sip of water “yeah I haven’t talked to her since” your eyes dart around the kitchen slightly. Taking an exhale you continue “the uh morning after.”

“We should talk about that night –“

“No Fred we don’t have to-“

“Auston seriously…just….I am sorry for how everything played out. I was in a mood and took complete control. But I shouldn’t have done that” his breathing gets uneasy for a moment and he trails off “it shouldn’t have happened like that. And if you’re upset it should be at me, not at her. Katie didn’t do anything. I’m the one that -”

“Fred” you interject turning to look at him. “I’m not upset about that. Like it sucked having to sit and watch but whatever not a big deal.”

“Kay ‘cause it feels weird. Like I can tell something is bugging you.”

“It’s nothing; I just don’t think Katie and I are going to see each other anymore.” Fred immediately stops eating setting his fork down to look at you. “We just want different things” you further explain.

“What?” he asks awkwardly.

“I liked her man” you finally admit to him and you can see him take in a deep exhale his eyes going wide. “But she doesn’t want to be anything more than –“

“Wait, why the fuck did you let me sleep with her if you like her?”

“After she hit on you and teeks I didn’t talk to her for a bit. When we finally did talk she told me she didn’t see anything more than what we have. I thought I was fine with it, you know she is a great girl so I thought I could be around her, keep doing what we’re doing. But then she kissed you.. I just can’t be around her feeling like I do knowing she doesn’t want more. It’s not your fault, has nothing to do with you.”

“Okay but why did you say yes if you felt that way?”

“It was glaringly obvious she wanted to do it” you laugh. “Besides figured might as well go out with a bang.”

“I feel like a big bag of shit” Fred groans clearing both your plates.

“Seriously Fred it’s not a big deal, it’s over and time to move on” you bring your hand to his shoulder and give him a light tap “I’m sure you’ll make it up somehow.”

Throwing his head back with a slight chuckle you give him a shove towards the sliding door, heading out to the pool.

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