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spncrscasey · 7 months ago

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Fandom/Characters: Chicago Fire - Matt Casey x Fem!Reader, Sylvie Brett, Stella Kidd, Kelly Severide, Blake Gallo, Wallace Boden, Christopher Herrmann, Joe Cruz, Darren Ritter

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: You and Matt Casey had been secretly dating for a while, and it had gone smoothly since you worked at different firehouses. However, you were offered a job at 51 which despite seeming like a great idea, only made everything complicated.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, a bit of angst, a bunch of fluff, pet names, mention of anxiety, protective matt, kissing, happy ending

a/n: my first fic!!!!! (on tumblr that is lol) i used to write a lot on another platforms but haven't written for fun in forever (other than for school, ew lol.) so i might be a bit rusty so just yk excuse that until i get back into my flow :) anyways i hope you guys like it <3

For the last three years, you've been working as a paramedic at Firehouse 20 alongside Violet Mikami. During that time, you've come to know Blake Gallo as a result of his on-and-off relationship with her. Although he's a great guy, what made him even greater is the person he introduced you to about a year ago— your boyfriend, Captain Matthew Casey of Firehouse 51.

Where could you possibly start? His mesmerizing, smile and his charming personality drew you in in an instant. You never realized how the occasional encounters, transformed into intimate late-night conversations. And before you knew it, those late-night talks grew into romantic dinners and memorable dates.

After months of both of you dancing around one another, he finally masked up the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend. Without a moment's hesitation, you instantly said yes.

Six months have passed since then. Both of you had mutually decided to keep it private for some time in order to prevent any interference with your jobs. The only individuals who had known were your respective Chiefs, just in case something happened.

Your Chief also knew you could handle a busier station such as 51. So, he had just offered you the vacant paramedic position that was left after Foster left for Med School.

Initially, you were excited about the offer because it meant working with your boyfriend. However, now you're uncertain about accepting it as you're not sure how he’d react. While you believe he'd be as thrilled as you are, there's this nagging feeling that it would complicate things.

So you decided to call him.

"Hey Matt," You said once he picked up.

"Hi babe, everything okay? You rarely call me during shift." He replied, voice laced with concern.

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine." You assure him before nervously adding, "It's just... I have something to run by you...”

"Go ahead sweetheart, what's up?"

"You know how Foster left and ever since then there's been an open paramedic spot at 51 for a while now?"

He hums encouraging you to continue.

"Well, my Chief spoke to Boden and they both agreed that I could fill that spot if I wanted to."

"That's fantastic news!" He said excitedly. "Do you want to?"

You sighed. "I do want to. I think it would be nice to work with you and the experience of working at a busier station? That would benefit me, by a lot. I’d be able to learn so much."

"Then what's there to run by me? This is your decision Y/N." Matt questioned.

"It's your house! I don't want to interfere with the little family you all have built and make things complicated considering we'd be working together while dating and what if they take it the wrong way thinking I only got the spot because I'm with you-"

"Hey! Y/N, sweetheart, breathe." He says cutting off your rambling, trying to calm you down.

"What?" you ask, voice exasperated.

"Baby, no one's going to think anything like that. You're an amazing paramedic and you earned your spot because you're good at your job. Also, no one knows that we're together so they won't suspect a thing. We don't even have to tell them yet if you don't want to.” He said reassuringly before continuing, “And you wouldn't be interfering with anything, I can assure you that we'd all love to have you at 51. This is completely your choice though, so whether you want to transfer over here or not, you have my full support, regardless of what you decide."

You smile at Matt's words. "Thank you." You pause for a moment before resuming happily, "Okay I'm going to go tell Chief that I'm accepting the position! I'll talk to you later Matt."

"That's my girl." He says smiling before hanging up.

You swiftly head to your Chief's office and let him know that you completed the transfer paperwork and are ready to begin at 51 as soon as possible. He nods, smiling, and assures you that he will push the request forward.

It was now Monday. Which also happened to be the same day you started your first shift as the new paramedic of Firehouse 51.

God were you nervous.

You had spoken to Matt multiple times and he continuously reassured you that you had no reason to feel anxious because everyone would adore you. So why were you still panicking?

Matt liked you, Gallo liked you, and so did Boden after the short interview you two had.

You had also heard a lot about each of them through Matt, and they all sounded like wonderful people. So the odds of your new coworkers welcoming you with open arms were pretty high.

Yet despite your best efforts, you couldn't shake the feeling of anxiety that was coursing through your veins, leaving you a nervous wreck.

You let out a sigh, trying to calm your nerves as you approached the Firehouse. You bumped into Gallo on the way which instantly relieved your worries. Seeing a familiar face put your mind at ease, melting your fears away, even if it’s only for a moment.

The two of you engaged in an easy conversation as you walked into the building together.

Upon entering, you spotted a table near the rigs with several individuals seated around it. Gallo eagerly ushered you towards them, quickly introducing everyone.

"Squad, this is Y/N Y/L/N, our new paramedic!" He said as you smiled, waving at them.

Gallo then pointed at a tan, blue-eyed man who was sitting at the head of the table. "That's Lieutenant Kelly Severide. Head of Squad and those are his Squad members."

He quickly got up and shook your hand. "Nice to meet you Y/L/N."

You recognized him now. He was Matt's best friend, they'd been through thick and thin together. It was sweet actually, finally getting to put a face to the name you've been hearing so much about.

Gallo took his time introducing you to the other members of Squad, all of whom greeted you with kindness and respect.

As he slipped into conversation with them, you took the opportunity to excuse yourself and find your partner, Sylvie Brett, who you’d be spending most of your time with.

She stood out easily, being one of only two women in the house. You spotted her in the kitchen, chatting with another girl who you figured must be Stella, Severide's girlfriend. Matt had spoken to you about how amazing they were as a couple, and it always made you happy to hear about them. With a deep breath, you made your way over to them.

"Hi!" You smiled. "I'm the new paramedic here working with... Sylvie Brett?" You ask unsurly, turning your head to glance at the blonde hoping you're right.

"Yes, that's me! Hi!" She answered enthusiastically, hugging you. Matt had mentioned how sweet she was but the embrace still caught you by surprise. Regardless, you hugged her back, accepting the kind gesture. Once you pulled away you waved at the other woman who smiled back at you, introducing herself as Stella Kidd.

After conversing with them for some time and getting to know one another, you headed off to the officer quarters with the hope of seeing your boyfriend.

Once you approached the office that was referred to Matt Casey, you knocked.

"Come in." You heard so you stepped inside, closing the door behind you.

"Hi baby," You said, smiling at him. He looked up from his desk, features softening as he noticed you.

"How's my favorite girl doing?" He asked standing up to give you a brief kiss on the cheek.

"I'm great! Everyone here is so nice and fun to talk to. They've all been so welcoming." You answered excitedly.

"See, I told you everyone would love you. What's there not to?" He asked rhetorically, making you smile as he placed his hands on your waist pulling you in closer. Matt's inability to keep his hands to himself never fails to make you laugh. It was all quickly forgotten though when he drew you in for a more passionate kiss when he noticed that there weren't any prying eyes on you.

As time passed, days turned into weeks, and before you knew it, you had seamlessly become a part of them. Each member of the group welcomed you with open arms, and it felt like you had found your place within the close-knit family they had formed at 51. It seemed like you had found a lasting bond and a sense of belonging with everyone there, envisioning a permanent future among them.

You became good friends with Sylvie and Stella, established a nice mentorship with Hermann, and created a sibling-like bond with Severide.

Most importantly though, to your knowledge, no one had suspected your relationship with Matt.

You wanted to say something, you really did. You didn't want him to think you were ashamed of being with him. But you didn't want the people you had grown so close to to think that you were only offered the position because of your relationship with him; even if you were confident that they weren't the type of people to believe that.

It was an ordinary day. You and Sylvie had just returned from responding to a call— nothing too serious, just tending to a man who had been cut by a broken mirror. Together with Sylvie, you bandaged him up and sent him to Med for stitches, wishing him a speedy recovery.

You were restocking the ambulance when Sylvie spoke up, "So, did you see the way that guy looked at you?"

You almost choked on your spit at her statement, not expecting it. "How did he look at me?"

"Oh c'mon- there were literally hearts in his eyes every time you spoke up while bandaging him!" She exclaimed a bit too loudly making you shush her.

"Who had hearts in his eyes?" Matt chimed in as he walked up to you and Brett, joining your conversation.

"No one," You say brushing him off but Sylvie interjects. "This guy we were helping earlier, he totally had the hots for our new paramedic over here." She said, nudging you with her arm in a teasing manner.

"Oh, did he?" Matt asked in a tone that sounded like he was joking but you could see the way his body tensed.

"It's whatever, nothing serious. It's not like I'm going to go on a date with him." You roll your eyes trying to dismiss the situation.

"You should!" Sylvie replies happily, "You're pretty and single. He wasn't bad on the eyes either, if you know what I mean. Go have some fun girl! Who knows, he could be the love of your life." She adds, winking.

Matt gave a half-hearted smile and walked away without acknowledging Brett, leaving her looking up in confusion. "What was that about?" She asked.

"No idea," You say shortly, despite knowing exactly what was going on.

Matthew Casey was jealous.

It was quite surprising because he had never shown signs of being the jealous type. In the past, if another man approached you in his presence, he would politely ask them to leave you alone, making it clear that you were already taken. Or he’d simply put his arm around you in a protective, not-so-friendly manner, letting everyone know that you were his. It never bothered you. You found it cute, actually.

But this? This was different. He had never acted this way, which concerned you.

After you were done restocking the ambo you made your way to his office, hoping to ease the tension.

You sighed as you knocked, hearing a quick come-in before stepping inside. You noticed he had his head buried in paperwork, not even acknowledging you as you came in.

"Matt, honey, what's wrong?" You asked, worried when he still didn't look up at you. You waited for a moment before continuing once he didn't reply, "Baby talk to me."

He sighs before finally looking into your eyes. His ocean blues never failed to make you weak in the knees. So intimidating but beautiful nevertheless.

"I don't want to keep this a secret any longer." He eventually replied, motioning between the two of you.

"I don't want to either but you know we can't."

"Why can't we?" He said, tone a bit sharp, causing you to flinch for a second.

"Because-" you were cut off by a knock on Matt's door making you straighten up.

"Sorry to interrupt, but there's someone here to see you Y/N." Said Severide as he poked his head into Casey's office letting you know before heading out.

You quickly glance at Matt sighing before leaving his office, silently apologizing. You hated leaving mid conversation but this could be important. You noticed him trailing behind you as you walked out but chose not to comment on it.

Once you were outside, you recognized him as the man you had sent to Med earlier. The same man who had 'the hots' for you apparently, according to Brett.

This was going to be a long conversation.

"Hello!" He said, way too ecstatic for someone who had just been discharged from a hospital.

"Hi there, how are you feeling?" You asked, keeping the conversation polite.

"Better thanks to you, you saved my life."

"Oh, you know, no big deal! Just doing my job."

"Well, I was hoping to take you out on a date as a way of saying thank you." He said with confidence, catching you off guard.

"I'm very flattered sir but you don't need to thank me, let alone take me out on a date. I'm happy to help, love what I do." You say, hoping that gets rid of him.

By now, you were fully aware that most of the members of the firehouse were watching the interaction occur from behind you. Hence why you were aiming to wrap it up as soon as possible.

"No, no, I insist. We'll have a great time together!" He pushes.

"Like I said, thanks for the offer but I'm going to have to decline. Feel better." You say, turning around.

Before you had a chance to walk away, he grabbed your wrist harshly. Pulling you backward, making you lose your balance, and almost causing you to fall.

"Woah woah woah-" "Back off!" You hear the men hurriedly interject pushing him away from you before Matt yells, in a tone that sends shivers down your spine. "Get your hands off of my paramedic before I call the authorities. You have no right to touch her, especially after she said no."

Boden hears the commotion and steps out of his office. "What's going on over here?"

"This man put his hands on Y/N after she rejected him Chief. He was just leaving though weren't, you?" Matt replies, glaring at the man making him quickly walk away.

The second that he was out of sight, everyone turned to you. Stella speaks up, "Are you okay?"

"Don't worry guys, I'm fine." You say looking around at all of them, reassuring them that you're okay. "Thanks for the help. I'm sure he won't be coming back any time soon, especially after the way Casey glared at him." You add chuckling, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere around you.

"You'd almost think you guys were dating with the way he attacked him to defend you," Severide commented casually, using a tone that sounded like he knew something. Which you decided to ignore for the time being.

At the mention of your boyfriend though, you looked up hoping to catch a glimpse of him but noticed he was nowhere to be found which alarmed you.

As the crowd dispersed and engaged in their own conversations, you discreetly slipped away and made your way to visit Matt in his quarters, marking this as your second visit there in the last half hour.

This time though, you didn't even bother knocking and simply walked in.

When he noticed it was you, he quickly stood up concerned, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

“Oh, I'm alright. Don't worry, it was nothing I hadn't dealt with before in this line of duty, you know how men can be sometimes.” You answered, nonchalantly.

You both stayed quiet for a moment, not knowing what to say. Finally, you decided to break the silence, “I'm sorry, Matt. I don't want to argue with you, so if it'll make you happy, we can go tell them right now.”

He sighed, turning around in his chair to look at you, “Y/N, this isn't just up to me, we’re in this relationship together. We have to make decisions like these as a team. I love you and I want everyone to know that but if you're not taking this seriously and want to go on that date instead then-”

“No! This is serious to me Matt, I love you and you know that.” You cut him off before he's able to finish the sentence. “I have eyes for you and only you, no one else matters to me but you, Matthew Casey.” You add firmly, making sure he understands that.

“Then what’s the issue here?” He asks, tired of the constant back and forth you've been having today.

You sigh and sit down on the edge of his bed before replying, “I just- I've become so close to everyone here in the last few weeks and I don't want their opinion of me to change after they find out that you and I are together. I don't want them to think that I'm only here because of you.”

“Baby…” He says in a softer tone, getting out of his seat to come sit next to you.

You don't look at him once he's sat beside you, opting to look at the floor instead.

“Hey, look at me.” He gently says taking your hands in his, grabbing your attention.

You hum as you bring your eyes up to meet his.

When he's sure you're not going to look away, he starts speaking, “Listen to me, everyone here? They're the most amazing and supportive group of people you'll ever meet. They won't dare say anything of the sort because they'd be beyond happy for us. And if they slightly even think about it, I won't hesitate to go all ‘Captain’ on them.” He says, making you chuckle.

“Besides, I don't want idiots like that guy who can't take no for an answer, hurting you again for a nonexistent chance of taking you out.” He adds.

You lean forward, pressing your forehead against his, and after a moment passes, you mutter a simple, “Okay.”

“Okay?” Matt questions.

“Yeah, okay, let’s tell them.” You reply, nodding enthusiastically.

“I want everyone to know that this handsome man right here,” You say pointing at his chest with a teasing tone, “Is of the market and mine only.”

“Yeah?” He grins.

“Mhm,” You say with an even bigger smile, before leaning in to press your lips against his.

As your lips finally touch, a wave of stillness washes over you. It feels as though the entire world has come to a halt and all that exists is the shared connection between the two of you. At that moment, nothing else matters except for the feeling of his lips against yours.

His delicate hand caresses your face, making you smile into the kiss as you pull him in closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. There's no need to hide your love for each other anymore, allowing your affection for one another to be expressed freely without the fear of secrecy. The rush of emotion flowing through you is intoxicating and God, it is an exhilarating feeling, one that you had never felt before.

Before the kiss could progress any further, you heard cheering outside making you pull away. You glance out the window to understand what the fuss is about when you notice that the blinds were left open, meaning that all of 51 just saw you kissing Matt.

Your cheeks flush with warmth, causing you to bury your face in Matt's shoulder as he laughs at your reaction. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer in a tight embrace.

You look up at him, mouthing an ‘I love you,’

He whispers back, “I love you too.”

He quickly leans in for one more peck against your lips, before bracing himself for all the questions you're about to receive once you head outside.

“You guys were betting on us?” You asked amused, raising your eyebrows at the exchange of money happening right in front of your eyes.

“Well, what were we supposed to do!?” Cruz exclaimed defensively, earning a giggle from you.

“I mean, we all knew you guys were head over heels for each other, that was obvious. We just didn't realize you had been together prior to all of this.” Added Ritter, shrugging.

“I can speak for everyone though when I say that we are all very happy for you two.” Said Herrmann, making everyone nod in agreement.

As soon as the initial stage of shock died down, Stella and Sylvie rushed over to you, enveloping you in a group hug, requesting all the juicy details. While Kelly simply gave Matt a supportive pat on the back, smiling at his best friend.

Soon, the questions regarding your relationship began pouring in. Matt drew you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist as he answered each of them one by one. You rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes briefly, basking in the serenity.

And at last, you found yourself finally feeling at ease. Your family knew, and they were happy for you. Which is all you could ask for.

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baldursgate3tempobsessed · 1 year ago

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Astarion Very Happy Ending, Part 2

Hey y'all, so I did a part two of this because I love happy, insanely, fluffy romantic endings. So I'm going hard here. There will be one more part!

Also, don't judge my Gale x Shadowheart bs here 💀💀 Long story short, first playthrough that was abanadoned, I picked her orgin and did get sweeped up by the mage man. It has not left my brain since.

Also, this has a time skip! A pretty long one too (10 years)

Astarion had been having… thoughts lately. Ideas that he couldn’t quite shake. Nothing bad, no. There really wasn’t much to complain about in his life, not anymore. Not when he could walk in the sun freely, unburdened by parasites and his own vampiric nature. The two of you were free to explore the world with no shackles, not including your religious zealotry. And ironically enough, his own.

Astarion would never have guessed that he’d ever become a Selune convert. Well… even now convert may have been to strong of a word. Yes, he was immensely appreciative for the whole sun immunity blessing and he did have a newfound respect for the work of her worshippers. But Astarion wasn’t exactly looking for a deity, or anyone, to be subservient to. Not again. No, he’d much rather watch his love do the dirty work for his savior than fully commit himself. Besides, just because he wasn’t devoted to Selune didn’t mean he wasn’t devoted to you. Which might as well have been the same thing.

Astarion loved you, adored you really, but gods could you be nonsensical at times. He was so happy the two of you had met because someone had to keep this idiotic fanatic alive. Someone to remind you that no darling, not everyone is redeemable. Please put the goblin down.

But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being your protector. It was the least that he could do considering everything you’d done for him. And he just… liked having a valid excuse to accompany you everywhere. Astarion had never imagined himself to be such a clingy lover, but here he was. The two of you had been attached at the hip for nearly a decade now, with no end in sight. You had built a life together, had friends together, adventures and celebrations that filled his days with endless excitement and amusements.

That is one thing Astarion had to give Selune and her worshippers, they didn’t exactly lead boring lives. Though he supposed half of that had to with just how involved the opposition was. The two of you had slaughtered enough acolytes of Shar over the years for him to know just how covert they really could be. But it wasn’t just bloodsport that made things interesting, though it certainly did help. The exploring for ancient artifacts definitely helped to fill the time, as well as the constant search to find a cure for the rest of his unholy symptoms.

As great as being in the sun was, Astarion wasn’t quite satisfied with that being the end. It was almost certainly impossible to find a full on cure to being a vampire spawn but… that wasn’t stopping either of you from looking for it. It was morbid, but Astarion wanted his life to have an ending. A natural one like what he hoped for you, not one where he was doomed to immortality and bloodlust until the end of time.

Thank the gods that he had managed to fall in love with an elf. It at least gave him centuries instead of decades to figure out a solution to an eternal problem. Which brought him back to his current problem. Because the two of you had many, many years ahead. And as far as Astarion was aware you both planned on spending them with each other. Which implied… certain things.

Astarion had never been someone to fantasize about marriage. He had no reason to, not when he had been too busy barely surviving. Even when things became serious between the two of you it hadn’t been on his mind. He was much more concerned with keeping you at all instead of keeping you forever.

But that had changed recently. Maybe it was because he had seen you officiate countless weddings over the years; young couples always clamoring at a chance to get a newlywed Selune blessing. Or maybe it was how others took note of the lack of a ring on his finger, taking it as an opportunity for unwanted flirtation. But either way, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Obsessing about it really, as he was want to do when it came to you.

He just… didn’t exactly know how to broach the subject. What was the reason? A silly little ceremony and a ring had no bearing on the depth of your relationship. He knew that. The two of you were bound to each other by choice, a love that felt as though it got stronger every day. But… it would be nice to have you in such a way. For the world to be aware of the seriousness of what you had together, shown simply through a pair of rings. And the thought of calling you his wife was quite enticing.

He wasn’t quite sure why he was so hesitant to bring it up to you. Well… there was the slight delusional thought in his head that reminding you of forever could possible wake you up into realizing just how much better you could do than him. It wasn’t true, he was aware. But gods, your relationship had lasted a damn decade. When was he going to start feeling secure about all of this?

It didn’t help when Gale of all people beat him to the punch. He and Shadowheart had developed quite the bond since your tadpole days. And your excitement over the announcement was adorable. Adorable enough for him to wonder just how you would react to it happening to you.

But he shoved his worries to the back of his mind, too busy being dragged all the way to Waterdeep for the week-long nuptials. You were highly involved in the wedding, which wasn’t exactly a shock. Shadowheart had stayed your best, most appreciated friend throughout the years, the two of you eternally tied through your shared goddess alone. You wrote to each other constantly and this was far from the first time you had dragged him across the realm for a visit.

But this was probably the best time. He had to give the people of Waterdeep this, they knew how to celebrate. He wasn’t one to complain over a week filled of music, dance, and drink. The ceremony had been nice as well. Heart-warming even to watch Shadowheart walk down the aisle, smiling in a way she never could when she was devoted to Shar. With Gale sniveling at the other end and you officiating of course.

The jealousy had been an unexpected touch. He couldn’t help but wonder what you would look like in her place. Dressed in white and silver, walking towards him with eternity in mind.

It certainly wasn’t helping his dilemma, he could tell you that much. He was still thinking about it when they made it to the reception. It was impossible to bury thoughts of marriage when you were at a wedding. Would you want a large celebration like this? Or something more small and intimate? Hells, the two of you and a cleric in the middle of the woods would suffice to him.

“To think, Astarion Ancunín at my wedding in the sunlight,” Gale laughed as he plopped down in the seat next to him, effectively putting an end to his internal fretting, “Who would have ever imagined?”

“Certainly not me,” Astarion scoffed with the slightest hint of a smile, “But I suppose things change.”

“I suppose they do,” Gale agreed, his eyes scanning the dancefloor for his new bride. There she was, dancing and giggling with you in the middle of ballroom, “I just never expected it to be for the better.”

“It is a wonder that we’re all still alive,” Astarion agreed, smiling to himself when Shadowheart dipped you as you laughed hysterically, nearly falling over herself in the process, “Let alone being able to find love. Who would have thought the worshiper of the goddess of the dark would end up here.”

“Turns out she was hiding quite the personality behind the Shar mask,” Gale laughed, “Though I suppose we have Tav to thank for that. It was a real fight on who would have her as their best woman. A fight we both obviously lost. Though officiating seemed a good compromise.”

“She certainly has the experience,” Astarion sighed, “But I have a feeling this one will be her favorite. She’s happy for you two. We both are.”

“I’m happy for you too you know,” Gale added with a small smile, “I always thought the two of you would work out. I even made a killing in the pool we had going on for it.”

Astarion stared at him, brow raised, “You had a pool?”

“Oh absolutely,” Gale confirmed, completely shameless as he listed out the rules, “It got quite competitive after awhile. First, it was all about if you’d ever realize your feelings for her. Then when you went and did that we were betting on how long you’d both last before you left. And then when that didn’t happen, well. Let’s just say I got a few platinums richer.”

Astarion rolled his eyes at the news, barely even surprised, “I feel as though I’ve earned a cut of that.”

“Unfortunately it’s now our honeymoon fund. But I’ll owe you one.”

That was another aspect of this whole debacle that Astarion hadn’t even thought about. But gods, did it sound nice. Whole weeks dedicated strictly to the two of you. No religious duties or adventures to worry about, just… them.

The joy of the thought must have shown on his face, because the next thing he knew Gale was looking him up and down, a small smirk on his lips, “What’cha thinking about over there?”

“That this wine is mediocre at best,” Astarion lied, avoid Gale’s eyes, “Tell me you at least got a good deal on it?”

But Gale wasn’t taking the bait. He was still watching him like a hawk. That was the problem with getting closer to people, and having, gods friends.

You had to deal with the discomfort of being read like a book, “Does our little Astarion want to be wed?”

Astarion flinched at the accuracy, taking the time to shoot him a glare as he avoided the question, “I am nearly three centuries older than you.”

“Perhaps, but we both know two of them don’t count,” Gale said, barely missing a beat, “So tell me, do you already have a ring picked out?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I can help you pick one you know, there are many fantastic jewelers in Waterdeep. I believe she has the same ring size as Shadowheart, we can bring her along.”

Astarion rolled his eyes, ignoring the small blush creeping up his neck, “I want you to know that if this wasn’t your wedding day I would have slapped you by now. Consider my reluctance as your wedding present.”

“How generous of you,” Gale chuckled. But then he started to speak quieter, his voice taking on a more gentle and serious tone, “She would say yes you know. You’ve had her wrapped around your finger since the day you held that dagger to her throat.”

That was an exaggeration, but Astarion would be lying if he said the mention didn’t make him preen the slightest bit, “You forget that I did have competition.”

“Oh, barely,” Gale laughed, “You don’t get to reminisce of what could have been when you won. Gods, no one had any chance against you. And trust me, we tried.”

Astarion blinked at him, more than a little surprised, “You did?”

“Of course we did. We all did. What do you think Shadow and I bonded over? But the pining stopped eventually. Then it became…something more. Something deeper. She’s… a magnificent woman, my little shadow. Who has gone through too much…” Gale trailed off, his eyes still following his bride as he softly smiled, “Suffice to say, neither of us are pining anymore. And I’m sure Shadow would love nothing more than to help plan her dearest friend’s nuptials.”

“Who ever said that you two would be involved?” Astarion scoffed, just to be an ass, “For all you know we’ll elope in Neverwinter.”

But Astarion’s grip backfired, if the smile on Gale’s face meant anything, “So that means you are going to propose?”

Oh for fucks sake. Astarion glared at him for the accuracy, at a loss for words. Besides it… it was true. Of course he was going to ask, where else would this fanatic line of thinking end? He just hadn’t expected Gale of all people to be the one to force him to admit it.

“I-yes,” Astarion sighed, finally giving in, “Are you happy now? Yes, I’m going to.”

“Extremely,” Gale grinned, “Because you just won me another three hundred gold.”

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #you'll pry my long posts out of my cold dead hands #cute bullshit #proposal planning #yeah we're getting married #who can stop me #you can't #fluff #fluffy fluffy fluff

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eternalera · 5 months ago

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im sorry but love IS the main theme in jjk, no not just in the movie but ALL of jjk.

dont believe me? fuck it, fine, i'll explain

lets start it out with the obvious, jjk 0. this is the prequel to the actual anime and manga series (although i guess actualy isnt the correct term... you get the point) and it starts all because of yuuta and rika who were both children when they fell in love.

rika gives yuuta a ring and tells him that its a promise ring and that its a promise that they'll be together forever.

yeah rika DIES

but dw, she gets turned into a curse... by yuuta, but it was on accident so... yeah fun-

then geto shows up and basically attacks the school and yuuta and rika save it using LITERALLY the power of love. then soon enough gojo ends up telling yuuta this 'love is the greatest curse of all'

yeah love is literally the main theme of that, yuuta's love is what cursed rika and caused her to become a curse but what of gojo? why is he saying 'love is the greatest curse of all'?

well soon after this he mentions his 'one and only' and its heavily implied (actually canon) that its suguru geto, YEP the mf who attacked the school. now lets take it back a few notches shall we <33

gojo and geto went to school together where they became extremely close friends (implies lovers as they do a TON of romantic stuff in japanese culture such as giving geto second button to gojo aka the one close to his heart and them riding on a bike together which is illegal in japan but its also considered romantic to break the rules with your lover so like??!?! yeah theyre gay)

soon after they have a mission to protect the star plasma vessel and imma spare you the details lets just say that it goes HORRIBLY wrong and it ends up causing a rift between gojo and geto. gojo ends up awakening becoming a better version of himself for it and is trying to show it to geto. yet he doesnt know that what happened with him and how he basically got a power up did NOT happen to geto.

geto was left to question who he was fighting for anymore and this caused him to... get a little silly and kill an entire village anyways the kfc breakup happens yada yada and remember that these two were really really REALLY close friends at least and most likely lovers (how i'll be referring to them from now on)

now what day did geto attack the school aka the night of 1000 demons parade? december 24, the same date which is the most romantic in japan (to my knowledge) and the same date which gojo killed him... YEAH THAT SHIT WAS PLANNED

but lets move onto something a little more... recent.

ITAFUSHI!!!

honestly my fav ship and why im all writing this in the first place. their love for each other was literally so great that they killed the king of curses. the whole reason that megumi locks in is because he realizes that yuuji is gonna be sad if he dies and that he doesnt want yuuji to be sad

these two care for each other so much and its basically shown at the start of the manga, how megumi sees yuuji and saves him without hesitation, he just doesnt want to see a good person die.

he then says 'what if someone you saves kills another in the future' and when yuuji asks him that megumi cant answer. and when he can yuuji literally flips back and kills himself in order to save megumi and mind you he was fearing death a few seconds ago, saying how he didnt want to die yet and how he had regretted eating that stupid finger

yet when it came to saving megumi all of the sudden that didnt matter anymore, in fact when sukuna offered to bring him back he said no because he didnt want sukuna hurting more people... speaking over that-

SHIBUYA!!! yeah sukuna takes over yuuji and kills a bunch of people- kinda ironic seeing how megumi asked yuuji 'what are you gonna do if someone you save kills those later?' even MORE ironic that before that its revealed that yuuji swallowing the finger caused a bunch of parts of sukuna to wake up and start killing people and both of them realized this and went 'imma not tell the other cause thatll make them sad'

anyways megumi gives his bf a pep talk and then BAM megkuna and yuuji goes batshit against sukuna <3

anyways before megumi separates from sukunas body he says that he's gonna try living for someone else just one more time and its pretty obvious that this person is yuuji.

ALSO fun little thing.

love the greatest curse of all won against the king of curses, sukuna. sukuna who refused to feel or care for human emotions. aint that something?

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seasurfacefullofclouds1 · 3 months ago

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I’m an OG fan. I ship L/H but how ships are meant to be - your fave pairing, fun, fantasy, fandom activity, not something to discuss publicly much less with the celebs - but I never interacted much in fandom bc I disliked the bizarre obsession with ships being “real”. The “truth” of their sex/love lives is none of our business & was never their value to me. (i’d be much more interested in the truth about their friendships/coworker dynamics but we’ll never get it.) I drifted from the fandom when they went solo bc I saw how Harry was “Timberlake’ing”. No one seemed to see how calculated & ruthlessly ambitious he is, vapid, & fame obsessed. how he only befriends/dates rich, well-connected people. It’s refreshing to learn that blogs like yours exist - that people see him & see what he did to the other guys. Zayn, Louis, Liam - were all at times villainized and scapegoated while he’s treated like a naive princess who can do no wrong. His interviews are so pointless bc he never answers anything honestly. he’d never admit to being a cokehead who purposely deceived & fucked over the others to make sure he could launch his solo career without competition. Zayn tried to outmaneuver him but didn’t have the powerful team behind him & has too much integrity to ever be the kind of “star” Harry is. tbh I enjoy how much it irks harry that Zayn sees through him. It’s wild how sincere the others stayed, how they matured, how they have bigger priorities than money or fame. Harry mimicked Louis’ personality when they were younger, pretending he couldn’t wait to have kids & marry - when really he just wanted to be as rich, promiscuous, and famous as humanly possible. He bootlicks anyone in showbiz, so he has a glowing reputation in the industry - it’s laughable. “TPWK” unless it’s your bandmates who you can’t deign to acknowledge unless it benefits you - hosting SNL or winning an award? ok, mention the band so you get headlines. But like one of their promo posts or even follow them back on IG? heaven forbid, bc that won’t benefit him more than them. It shows his true character that he’s SO successful but still won’t be openly supportive or even seen with them. I don’t think he’s evil but I do think he’s lost to the industry… which is sad, bc there’s once a lot of sweetness there. His eyes have lost their sparkle; he traded it for “success”.

Hi anon,

I was reading this ask and nodding my head right along each sentence. A lot to unpack here, but mostly you’ve said everything I’ve tried to say. I’m not sure if anyone is listening, to be honest! Like you wrote, blogs who don’t worship Harry never become popular. So here I am talking to the air lol. Insanity.

I don’t think Harry is evil either. I think he realizes the trade-offs now, watching his ex-bandmates’ careers slowly build with intentions very different from his, their old ties fading to nothing except when tragedy yokes them back together. He has gazillions in wealth, industry kissing his feet, a lot of women (+ a few men) fantasizing about him, but nothing inside, the lights gone from his eyes years ago. It must feel awkward to stand next to his bandmates again?

Here’s the thing. I’m sure in every circumstance, forever for the foreseeable future, Louis is always going to be the bigger man and speak well of Harry. No matter how many times Louis refutes the idea of Larry, Louis has always said he’s proud of Harry, and I am sure he means it. 100%. No matter what Harry says or does, Louis considers him part of One Direction, his band, and that concept is sacrosanct to him. “We move as one.”

What Louis has in his heart is worth a million Manchester Co-ops. It is priceless. No one can take it away— no Kardashian money, no Rolling Stone cover, no Anna Wintour, no A-list actress or acting role. Nothing. What Louis has is the feeling of loyalty and unity that is the epitome of the song he wrote, Strong. “I don’t care, I’m not scared of love.” It’s not romantic love, at least not anymore, but what Louis describes in Only The Brave— the love that comes from the deepest pain, from uncomfortable truths, alienation, grief— broken beaks and dead birds— the love that requires moral courage. “Because love is only for the brave.” Louis earned it by going through fire, the love that endures because he chose to respect it, intentionally, over all the other things.

Last, Zayn’s intentionality is also transparent for those who open their eyes and see. I’m glad to see that Zayn is touring, and choosing to play the same smaller venues as Louis when he first started his tour. I’m also glad to see Louis communicating via social media. It’s not actual friendship, but a step! It means so much.

Louis and Zayn aren’t perfect people— far from it— but they chose to stay grounded and chose to preserve some part of their humanity. I know they haven’t always been their best selves. But who they are, especially who Louis is, is so endearing, and so inspiring.

#one direction #louis tomlinson #zayn malik #liam payne #harry styles #niall horan #thank you anon for this ask!

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yanderes-galore · 1 year ago

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@montygatorshusband said: "My idea was Yandere Glamrock Freddy who gets really attached to a mechanic (reader). Since Freddy had his whole thing with Bonnie, and Bonnie got destroyed, he becomes obsessed with keeping the reader safe. So, Freddy stalks them through their Fazwatch (Which he disguised as an innocent gift). He gets really anxious whenever the reader takes off the watch or even the reader getting a small paper cut. So, Freddy decides to kidnap the reader so they can always be right next to him. In fact, whenever he has to leave, he puts the reader in his chest cavity so they can be *really*be together forever and ever."

A/N: Sure! I love writing Mechanic darlings when it comes to FNAF stories :)

Yandere! Glamrock Freddy with Mechanic! Darling

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Grief/Trauma, Fear of loss, Stalking, Paranoia, Overprotective, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Major character death, Forced companionship.

Honestly I've always thought Glamrock Freddy is naturally overprotective of you as a yandere.

However I've never considered the loss of Glamrock Bonnie being the reason behind it.

I really like the idea, actually.

After all, Freddy was very close with Bonnie based on his voicelines.

I personally see them as close friends but either way you can tell they were close.

The fact Freddy lost him would have definitely affected him to the point he's scared to share that same connection with anyone else.

It's unknown what truly happened to Bonnie and Freddy would be scared you'd get hurt.

The Pizzaplex has its own dangers and anything can happen.

Bonnie was an animatronic, you're a human mechanic.

You are even more in danger in Freddy's eyes.

Freddy is the naturally friendly type.

Every human, STAFF or child, is usually met with a friendly greeting.

Freddy would get attached to you rather fast, especially as a mechanic.

You help him get ready for shows and often check him over for damage or corrupted upgrades.

He feels you care for him... so he cares for you too.

Which brings up previous feelings about Bonnie.

Along with an overwhelming fear of losing you like the rabbit.

Freddy would definitely slip you a Fazwatch as a gift.

He's so kind to you and plays it off like a small gift for your bond.

Why are you refusing? This is on him!

Even if you say no he'll clip it to your wrist with a smile.

The Fazwatch allows him to communicate with you and allows him to find your position.

It's a gift, yes, but it also doubles as a way to calm his own worries.

For the most part you tolerate his little gift and keep it on during work hours.

Freddy would definitely panic a bit when you take off the watch.

Even when you work on other animatronics you can feel the watch vibrate as Freddy tries to contact you.

He watches your location like a hawk and is never too far from you.

Even if you take it off before you leave or to not get it messy, Freddy frantically rants about it to you.

You have no idea why he's so worried?

Freddy has shown he's capable to determine when a human isn't feeling well.

He would also be very attentive to when you were hurt.

Even if it's as small as a paper cut he asks what happened.

After that he's dragging you to a first-aid station to have you patched up.

The potential dangers of the Pizzaplex are something he thinks of a lot.

With mechanic work you could get shocked, lose a limb, be gutted...

Oh he hates thinking of that.

Reminds him too much of Bonnie.

His worry may indeed take over to the point he feels you shouldn't go home anymore.

It would take a long while but maybe Freddy feels he can keep you safe here.

He's delusional enough to think you'd be happy in his room, all safe and looked after by him.

In terms of the chest cavity thing I feel it would be a hard fit for an adult.

However, if he can manage it, he'd definitely use his chest cavity to carry you around with him at all times.

For the most part he keeps you in his room and out of sight.

Maybe even gags you to prevent you from screaming....

He hates the idea of restraints or gags but... anything to keep you safe.

Then when there's a performance needing to be done, you'll come along!

If he can fit you, that is.

Maybe he'll even find a way to make it soundproof!

He thinks he's making you happy and doesn't see how wrong his actions are.

Freddy just doesn't want to lose you like a certain bunny...

Could you really blame him for being so afraid?

"I'm keeping you safe, aren't I?"

#yandere five nights at freddy's #yandere fnaf #yandere fnaf security breach #yandere glamrock freddy

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pestorik · 7 months ago

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you said something about some ships in the AT au, so now you're being interrogated. What ships do you like/what ships are canon for the AT au besides epeljack?

people are allowed to ignore whatever ships they want or see them as platonic but the ones i see as canon in the au:

treycater: they are exes but i imagine them eventually getting back together after a lot of character and plot development on both their parts, they have a lot of growing to do individually. there would be lots of antics in which they are forced to spend time together and Talk It Out.

jamikali: this one has a lot of flexibility in terms of whether you want to see them platonically or romantically, i actually enjoy the potential for both. i think kalim would set jamil free like at the beginning of the very last season and throughout that season we woud see what their lives are like without the other and they would both realize they want to be together (jamil ideally stops wanting to subjugate the human race). it would be heavily implied that they are dating in the last episode.

epeljack: at the series finale, when jacks curse is broken (or maybe he comes to peace with being a wolf), they travel the world together. definitely wouldnt happen until after the end of the show tho

rookvil: they are kind of a joke ship bc i think vil mostly sees rook as an annoying pawn (im deeply attached to vil remaining cartoonishly evil for the whole show sry) but maybe he eventually agrees to ONE date and they have a fun night ruining peoples lives. after epel leaves vil probably allows rook to stay over more often bc hes no longer used to living alone. so they are kind of in a relationship in which vil is more tolerant of (perhaps even enjoys, sometimes returns) rooks deranged love. rook is a huge masochist and 100% believes he has found his sadist soulmate in vil (he's right)

silbek: you can take or leave this one but regardless they are definitely life partners, platonic or otherwise. the dragon kingdom is very ancient and isolated, they have little contact with other cultures bc of their location in the mountains (it's hard to get to if youre not a dragon). silver and sebek would gradually start leaving the kingdom more often throughout the show and show more interest in the outside world. in the final episodes malleus and lilia give them their blessing to leave the kingdom and travel the world (ofc they are always welcome back). having learned of his own origins, silver wants to search for surviving humans, sebek agrees to stay by his side (protect the squishy human).

leovil: im honestly not even a huge shipper of this and dont really consider it canon to this au but i just LOVE a dynamic in which they act like a divorced couple that hate each other. maybe they have romantic history, maybe they dont, but they hate each other ❤️

jeiazu: they are sweethearts in crime, forever evil. notes from original post: their version of a happy ending is just them being evil together and constantly making up and breaking up for eternity. I'm very into that kind of dynamic lol where they are constantly bickering but are both so fucked up that no one else could ever understand them so they always come back to each other.

adeuce: nobody can tell if they are dating or not bc they are both so stupid, and i think it will remain that way for their entire lives.

not canon but i like to think about it as a little treat: mallekei (maybe they go on a feeew dates, trey is NOT upset about it), azurid, mallerid, idiazu, deurid, leoruggie, idikei, lilidia

#vill absolutely makes rook sleep in a different bed lmao #he may let rook curl up at his feet when hes feeling EXTRA nice #i dont have a lot of riddle ships sometimes i think of him as aromantic but honestly im fine w anything #and you can go crazy w floyd lol #ask #anon #twst at

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bonesandpoemsandflowers · 3 months ago

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[Charlie Day conspiracy meme voice] so the thing is, right, is that Rust and Marty don't actually like each other back in '95. but their gambit with Crash is from '95. and Marty should absolutely explore the concept of Crash. carnally. which means he has to bring it up post 2012, when they're basically married and also working the PI firm together and not really married-married. because it's actually less weird if it's a sex thing within the context of an established romantic/sexual relationship, so they CANNOT be fucking in this timeline at this point. which means that either they have to do it for a case (unlikely: Rust is too much of a working dog for this to be fun) (he would be On Task the whole time) or Marty just has to bring up one day that Crash seemed like a good time. and he doesn't mean it like good time (sexual) except for how deep down he does, so he says it like good time (no homo) and either way Rust is like "what the fuck makes you think Crash was having a good time?" like EVER in his goddamn life. And Marty has to be like, didn't say he was having a good time, said he seemed like he would be a good time, which definitely sounds like good time (sexual) not good time (no homo), which is mortifying, but Rust is still stuck on the suffering of it all so he's not parsing the tone anyway, but mister acts of service is riled up now about this so he's grousing like "well I need some fuckin prep time to do this you can't spring this shit on me all sudden like," and Marty is like i ain't asking you to do this! i ain't asking you to do shit! (internally: what the FUCK are we doing?) and then he's like this is stupid we're done talking about this we're done here everybody shut the fuck up forever.

and then Rust shows up like two days later and oh shit he's in the Jacket. also probably on more drugs than Marty wants to even consider. and then the guys obviously do not actually immediately fuck because they are very married yet also cannot communicate for shit even post 2012 and no one is actually on the same page yet and wantin' things is horribly shameful anyhow so DON'T LOOK at your desires!! secret or not! do not look! so they have to be stupid about everything and go discover if they're too old for bar fights or not so we can get to the hurt/comfort of it all. and then of course eventually they fuck and Marty realizes that, no, actually, now that he's gotten that out of his system, what he really wants is to fuck Rust and then Rust has to be like, you don't have to be so goddamn Jungian about it, Marty, fuck.

and they kiss. the end.

#true detective #do u understand my vision #so anyway #brb opening up a .txt file #i know i said i was gonna post iwtv but. listen. i have been failing to finish vampchron fic since i was like 12 years old. long tradition.#wholesome old man yaoi is skipping in line #“are you STILL writing in notepad?” yeah shut up #every attempt to write in something that is not notepad ends in tears #Update: 2K words in and Crash has only JUST showed up #So we're doing this #but we're not doing this quick and easy #crash.txt

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multifanhoe99 · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 15- Vampire

Pairings: Vampire!Yuta x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pet names (love, darling), biting, blood drinking, mentions of character death, mention of suicide, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of pain, main character death technically.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

18+ MDNI

PROMPT LIST

MASTERLIST

No one ever said that being a vampire's mate was going to be glamorous but, with him it was. Yuta made every day feel like a whole new adventure. You weren't expecting it to happen either it just did. In fact, when you first met him you had hated him. You thought that he was pompous and arrogant, which in your defence, was the act he and the rest of the NCT clan were putting on to keep people away. You would have stayed away too but, Yuta was drawn to you from the moment you met. Back then you were so annoyed that he wouldn't leave you alone but now, you wished he never had to leave your side.

Yuta was actually very sweet and he'd never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it. The two of you have now been together for years. He was so drawn to you because you were his mate. The reincarnation of someone he had thought he lost centuries ago. He was so happy to have found you again. You were happy to have found the most loving and supportive partner in Yuta. As the years go by though you can't help the feeling of wanting him to turn you. You knew it was a sensitive subject for him because the change was a painful experience and he never wanted to see you in pain. He was also worried that you would not like the life of living as a vampire. What if you hated it so much that you decide to end your immortal life and then he has to wait centuries again for you to reincarnate. Which, in all fairness, is exactly what happened last time.

You knew that this was what you wanted though. You wanted this life with him forever despite having to go through immense pain to do it. Every now and then you would ask him and beg him to turn you and every time he would refuse. You think you were starting to wear him down though. Finally, on the night of your anniversary, you brought up a great point that had him genuinely considering it.

"Yuta," you said, "I know you are worried, especially after the last time but, I want this. I want forever with you and, if you don't turn me at some point I will just grow old and die anyway." He had not thought that far ahead. He was so focused on keeping you from harm and if he was being honest he was trying to keep himself from the heartbreak. Nothing hurts more than losing your mate not even death. He thought he was going to be alone for the rest of his life the pain was so bad that he considered ending himself as well that is, until he met you. He couldn't do it again not when fate gave him a second chance. He never stopped to think about your humanity. He somehow forgot that eventually you would grow old and die anyway. He couldn't have that either. So, he decided that he would finally grant your request. He would turn you and if what happened last time happened again he would not be far to join you in whatever afterlife awaits vampires but, at least he would not have to deal with the pain of losing his mate again.

Luckily, your anniversary was the perfect time to go through with this plan. He had a romantic dinner planned and dessert by the fireplace in his room. You wore the most beautiful dress and he couldn't help but hope that everything went well tonight so that he could spend moments like this with you for the rest of forever.

"My love," Yuta said getting your attention, "I thought about what you said earlier. You're right and I realized that I was so focused on one negative outcome that I didn't think about what would happen if I didn't turn you. I think I am ready and I figured tonight was the perfect night to give you what you've been asking for."

"Really? Are you sure? I would understand if you need more time," you said.

"I am sure. I can't wait another moment to start my forever with you," he said. He leaned in to kiss you. The kiss started off gentle and sweet then, quickly it became more heated. Tongues exploring each other hands roaming. One of his hands on your breast and the other up your dress to knead your ass. You had moved to straddle hip both hands in his hair as your hips ground down into his. He breaks away from your mouth to leave hot kisses down the side of your neck. He then stands able to carry you to the bed as if you weigh nothing. He lays you down and climbs over you.

"Let me help you out of this darling," he says while pulling your dress up and over your head to get you out of it. He groans at the sight of you. No matter how many times he sees you naked he still has to admire every bit of you like it was the first time lest he forget. You knew it'd be a good idea to forego wearing underwear tonight and you were right because tonight Yuta was not going to be a patient lover. So much so that he practically tore his own clothes off at the sight of you.

"Let me just make sure you're properly ready for me my love," he said leaning down to attach his mouth to your folds. Yuta was always good with his tongue but, he was especially good tonight. He was like a man starved and honestly, you are pretty sure he was. You had your hands in his hair gripping tightly when he did something you especially liked.

"Ah, yes," you moaned, "Keep doing that my love and I will cum." At your words, he doubled down his efforts. He wanted to please you now so that you could cum again when he was inside you. The best way to turn your mate is when you cum together. It is not the way it has to be done, technically you just have to drink his blood but, it was always better if you fed from each other while at the height of your peaks. Plus, it distracts slightly from the excruciating pain that follows. It did not take long for him to have you throwing your head back and pulling his hair as you came. The sounds of your moans were music to his ears. When you finally returned to reality he shifted you again so that he was now sitting propped up against the pillows and you were straddling him once again.

"Ride me, my love," he begs, "It'll be easier this way for the both of us." He didn't have to tell you twice. You reached down for his hard cock and lined it up with your entrance. It was soaked with the combination of your cum and his saliva. You sat and eased him in but, you were so wet it was not much of a struggle to get him inside of you quickly. You both moaned as the last few inches slid in and he was perfectly sheathed inside of you. When you were ready you started moving. Bouncing on top of him as fast as you could go. It felt amazing but, apparently, it was not fast enough for Yuta who soon disrupted your rhythm with his own. His superhuman speed was a blessing though. It was feeling so good and you were getting close again. Then he started to slow down.

Before you could complain he said, "Are you ready? We'll cum together and when we do I will bite you and you will need to drink my blood too. I am warning you now the pain afterward when the change starts is unbearable. It will feel like all your blood has turned into molten lava, then you won't be able to breathe, finally, your heart will stop and when you wake up you will feel like you've just been in the desert for months without water."

You appreciated the warning and knew it wouldn't be easy but you were willing to take that chance. You replied, "I am ready."

With your confirmation, he continued his pace from before. One of his hands reached down to play with your clit and the other went up to his own neck to make a long cut on the side for you to feed from him. He was so very close and with all the stimulation so were you.

"On the count of three," Yuta said, "One....two....three...cum for me darling that's it." You both latched onto each other's necks. He bit into yours and that had you coming undone. He came less than a second later the taste of your blood threw him over the edge. You weren't expecting his blood to taste so sweet. After a few seconds you released one another's neck and he laid you down to make you as comfortable as possible.

"I will be right here with you every step of the way, my love," he said, "When you awake, we can officially begin forever together." He kept true to his word. He never left your side throughout the whole experience. When you finally awoke, he was still right there beside you.

"Shall we get dressed and get something to drink darling," he asks.

"Please," you said still managing to smile through the hunger.

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A/N: Holy cow! I don't know about y'all but, this was so hot to me. I have a vampire thing though so it's probably mostly that but, it could also be because it is specifically vampire!Yuta and I am all for it. Let it be known though that if a lovely anon didn't request this I was absolutely going to write Vampire!Hongjoong because yes. So, if you wanna see that let me know and I will absolutely write that up.

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #x reader #k pop smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #yuta nakamoto #yuta smut #yuta x reader #nct yuta #nct yuta smut #nct

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sebstanaddict · 1 month ago

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Too Good To Be True

Sebastian Stan x Reader Story

Summary: A romantic comedy story where Sebastian Stan falls in love with reader but she is not who he thinks she is.

Switching back to her own body seemed impossible after reader consulted several witches. Torn between wanting to go back and accepting reality, she didn't have a choice but to accept her fate. When she went to Paris with Sebastian, for the first time in months she felt like she could breathe and be happy until something happened that turned her life around, again.

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters : 25/28 (Might add more)

Chapter List >

Warning : none I think, let me know if you find anything

Word count : 6k words

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Chapter 25 - Stuck, Forever

Stuck. Forever.

"Forever?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Morgana shrugged helplessly. "Unless you can figure out a way to bring her back from the dead - which, by the way, is highly illegal in the magical community - then yeah, you and Aurora are kinda... locked in."

Y/n shot to her feet, her chair scraping against the floor. "That can't be true! There has to be another way!"

"Sweetheart," Morgana said, her tone still annoyingly chipper, "I'm good, but I'm not resurrect-the-dead good. I'm sorry."

Y/n's heart raced as she paced the room. "This can't be it. There has to be something - anything!"

Morgana stood and approached her cautiously, resting a hand on Y/n's shoulder. "I know this isn't what you wanted to hear, but sometimes magic comes with... consequences. Big ones."

Y/n looked at her, desperation etched across her face. "So that's it? I'm just supposed to live the rest of my life as someone I'm not?"

Morgana's eyes softened. "I don't make the rules, love. But maybe..." She hesitated, then smiled cryptically. "Maybe being stuck isn't the worst thing in the world. Sometimes, the universe knows what it's doing, even if we don't."

Y/n pulled away, her mind spinning. She stumbled toward the door, barely registering Morgana's parting words.

"If you ever need more tea or, you know, a shoulder to cry on, you know where to find me!" Morgana called cheerfully as Y/n stepped outside.

—

The bright Los Angeles sunlight felt blinding as Y/n walked back to her car, the witch's words echoing in her head.

Forever.

The reality of it settled over her like a crushing weight. For the second time since the switch, Y/n truly allowed herself to imagine a life where she could never return to her own body. The first time she considered it was on Sebastian's birthday, when she didn't know her mother's condition and when she was fully in love with Sebastian. Naturally, she was ecstatic about it. But now, now everything changed and she wasn't sure about it as much as she was before. She imagined how she would never hear her mother call her by her name again, how her father would always see her as a stranger and how she would never feel the comfort of being herself.

And then there was Sebastian - the one person who made this strange, borrowed life bearable. Could she let go of him if it meant finding a way back? Or was she destined to stay in this body, in this life, forever?

She sat behind the wheel of her car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white.

The tears came suddenly and without warning, blurring her vision. She took a shuddering breath and tried to pull herself together, but the witch's words rang louder and louder in her mind.

Stuck. Forever.

"No!" She refused to think that this was it. There had to be another way.

She pulled out the paper containing the list of all the witches and spiritual healers Aurora had gathered and checked the addresses. She decided to go to each one and find more answers. There were four more on the list and she set out to go to each one.

—

First Stop: Madame Belladonna's Mystic Emporium

The first name on the list led her to a shop nestled between a laundromat and a bakery. The sign above the door read Madame Belladonna: Purveyor of Truths & Mystical Remedies. Inside, it smelled like burnt sage and vanilla, with strings of crystals hanging from the ceiling.

Madame Belladonna, a plump woman in her 60s with a sharp bob and leopard-print scarf, greeted her with an overly dramatic wave of her hand.

"Welcome, seeker of truths! What brings you to my realm of enlightenment?"

Y/n hesitated, unsure how to phrase her predicament. "I... swapped bodies with someone, and I need to switch back."

Madame Belladonna tilted her head, her perfectly penciled eyebrows arching in surprise. "Body-swapping? My, my, how retro. Haven't heard of one of those in decades."

Y/n tried to keep her patience. "Can you help me or not?"

The older woman sighed theatrically, pulling out a thick tome that looked older than time itself. After flipping through pages, she finally closed it with a thud.

"Ah, darling, I would love to help, but this spell requires the original caster's intervention. Without them, you're stuck. Next!"

Y/n stormed out, gritting her teeth. "Great start."

---

Second Stop: Seraphina's Underground Sanctum

The next address took her to a dingy basement in a run-down apartment building. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and incense. Candles flickered ominously, casting shadows that seemed to move on their own.

Seraphina, a gaunt woman with piercing green eyes and a habit of whispering to herself, sat cross-legged on a rug covered in cryptic symbols.

"You wish to undo the tethering spell?" she rasped before Y/n could say anything.

"Yes! Is there any way to do it without the original witch?"

Seraphina stared at her for a long, uncomfortable moment, then shook her head slowly. "No. The magic is unique to the caster. No one else can untie the knot."

"But she's dead!" Y/n exclaimed, her voice echoing in the small space.

"Then so is your chance to return," Seraphina said, her voice eerily calm.

A shiver ran down Y/n's spine as she left the sanctum.

---

Third Stop: Zara the Alchemist

Zara's place was a stark contrast to the previous two - a modern, sleek studio with polished marble counters and rows of meticulously labeled jars filled with herbs and powders. Zara herself was in her 30s, wearing a lab coat over a black jumpsuit, her hair pulled into a tight bun.

"I don't do hocus-pocus," Zara said bluntly when Y/n explained her situation. "I'm an alchemist, not a witch. Big difference."

"Well, can alchemy fix this?" Y/n asked, hopeful for once.

Zara pursed her lips, tapping a finger against a beaker. "Not likely. Body-swapping is pure witchcraft. No amount of potions or powders can reverse it without the original caster."

Y/n slumped into a chair. "So that's it? I'm stuck?"

Zara hesitated, her clinical demeanor softening. "I'm sorry, but unless you can find someone with the same magical signature... You're out of luck."

Y/n nodded, defeated but appreciative of Zara's honesty.

---

Fourth Stop: Madame Nocturna's Enchanted Parlor

The final place was the eeriest yet. Madame Nocturna's parlor was dimly lit, with thick velvet curtains blocking out all natural light. The air smelled of roses and something metallic, and a low hum of chanting filled the room.

Madame Nocturna, a regal woman with long silver hair and crimson robes, sat on a throne-like chair surrounded by glowing orbs. She watched Y/n approach with an unsettlingly calm gaze.

"You seek to undo a forbidden act," she said, her voice as smooth as silk.

Y/n nodded. "Yes, I need to reverse the effects of a body-swapping potion."

Nocturna leaned forward, her sharp nails tapping the arm of her chair. "Such magic is delicate and dangerous. You would need the original caster to make the antidote. Without the original caster, it cannot be undone. Even attempting to replicate their spell could have... catastrophic consequences."

Y/n's heart sank. "Catastrophic? Like what?"

"Your soul could shatter, leaving both bodies empty. Or worse, you could be tethered to the wrong body forever."

Y/n swallowed hard, her throat dry. "So there's really no way?"

Madame Nocturna shook her head slowly. "None that would not risk destroying you."

---

By the time Y/n left Madame Nocturna's parlor, the weight of reality had settled on her shoulders. Each witch had given her the same answer, crushing her hopes a little more with every visit.

As she walked back to her car, the sinking sun casting long shadows, she muttered to herself, "If they can't help, who can?"

But deep down, she already knew the answer. No one could.

She sank into her car's seat and decided to tell Aurora about it. Maybe she has other ideas.

Taking a deep breath, she tapped Aurora's number. The phone rang, each chime amplifying her anxiety, until Aurora finally answered.

"Hello?" Aurora's voice was calm, almost serene.

"It's me," Y/n said, her voice shaky. "I - I just met with the witches on the list."

Aurora's tone softened. "What did they say?"

Y/n clenched her jaw, struggling to form the words. "They said... we can't switch back." Her voice cracked, tears threatening to spill. "They said we need the original witch to reverse the effects of the potion. Without her, it's impossible. But you know she's dead. So.."

There was a pause on the other end, long enough for Y/n to expect an explosion of anger or panic. But instead, Aurora spoke with unnerving composure.

"I see."

Y/n froze. "That's it? That's all you have to say?"

"What do you want me to say?" Aurora replied, her tone almost breezy. "If the witches say it's impossible, then it's impossible. There's no use in getting worked up over something we can't change."

Y/n gripped the phone tighter, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "How can you be so calm about this? Don't you care? Don't you want your life back?"

Aurora hesitated, then sighed. "Of course I care," she said, though there was a strange detachment in her voice. "But... maybe this isn't the worst thing."

"What the hell does that mean?" Y/n demanded, her voice rising.

Aurora's tone was measured, almost philosophical. "Your family is kind, Y/n. They've been nothing but supportive since this happened. I don't feel like I'm constantly being judged or ridiculed anymore. For the first time in my life, I feel... accepted."

Y/n's breath caught. "So, you're saying you'd rather keep my life?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying," Aurora said, though her voice wavered. "I just... I'm not sure I want to go back to my life. To my mom, dad, Edith, to all their expectations and condescension. Do you have any idea what it's like to feel like you're never good enough?"

Y/n thought of Edith's biting remarks and the way Emily had undermined her every move. She did understand - more than she ever wanted to.

"And besides," Aurora continued, "you have Sebastian. He loves you, even if he thinks you're me. Isn't that worth holding onto?"

Y/n's heart ached at the mention of Sebastian. "That's not the point, Aurora," she said quietly. "This isn't the life I chose."

"And neither is this one," Aurora countered. "But maybe... maybe this is the life we were meant to have."

Y/n stared blankly out the windshield, her mind reeling. It wasn't just their bodies that had swapped. Aurora was different now - calmer, more reflective. The sharp edges of her personality had softened, and it was unsettling.

The Aurora she used to know would have fought tooth and nail to get her life back. But this Aurora... this Aurora almost seemed content.

"You've changed," Y/n said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aurora chuckled softly. "So have you. Maybe this swap was never just about our bodies. Maybe it's about learning how to live the lives we were always too scared to face."

Y/n bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes. "I don't know if I can do this," she admitted.

"You can," Aurora said firmly. "You've already done more than I ever could. And... maybe that's why this happened. Maybe you're better at being me than I ever was."

The words stung, though Y/n couldn't deny their truth.

"I'll figure it out," Y/n said finally, her voice hollow. "I don't have a choice, do I?"

"No," Aurora replied, her tone gentle but unwavering. "Neither of us do. But I think you'll be okay. We both will."

Y/n let out a shaky breath, wiping away a stray tear. "Take care of my parents," she said softly.

Aurora's voice softened. "I will. And... take care of Sebastian."

The mention of his name twisted something deep inside Y/n. "Goodbye, Aurora," she said, her voice barely audible.

"Goodbye," Aurora replied, the line going dead.

—

Y/n sat in the silence of her car, the conversation replaying in her mind. Aurora's calmness, her acceptance, her newfound serenity - it all felt alien, like she wasn't the same person Y/n had known before this nightmare began.

It wasn't just their bodies that had changed. Their personalities, their perspectives, their very identities had shifted in ways Y/n could barely comprehend.

Maybe this is the life we were meant to have.

Aurora's words lingered, a bitter pill that Y/n wasn't ready to swallow. But as she sat there, staring at the list in her lap, she realized she didn't have a choice.

This is my life now.

The thought sent a shiver down her spine, but deep in her heart, she knew it was true.

She started the car and pulled away from the curb, the weight of her new reality pressing down on her like a storm cloud. There was no going back. All she could do now was move forward and hope - pray - that she could find a way to make this life her own.

—

Paris - two days later

The low hum of the plane's engines filled the cabin as the flight descended toward Paris. Outside the window, the city of lights sparkled faintly against the darkening sky, but Y/n barely noticed. Her head rested against the window, her gaze unfocused, thoughts swirling in an endless loop.

Sebastian, seated next to her, had been quietly observing her. He noticed the subtle ways she seemed...off. The way her smile didn't quite reach her eyes when the flight attendant complimented her, the way she barely touched her in-flight meal, and how she sighed every few minutes as if weighed down by something invisible.

He leaned closer, his voice soft. "You've been quiet. Is everything okay, Aurora?"

She turned to face him, startled for a moment before forcing a smile. "Of course. Just tired from the flight."

Sebastian wasn't convinced. His blue eyes searched hers as if trying to peel back the layers of whatever she was hiding. "You sure? You've seemed...I don't know, distracted these past few days. Did something happen before we left LA?"

Y/n hesitated. She couldn't possibly tell him the truth - that her life felt like a fractured puzzle, the weight of the body-swapping secret pressing down on her. Instead, she reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. "I'm fine, really. It's just...a lot to take in. Shooting a movie in Paris, you know? It's overwhelming."

Sebastian smiled, though a flicker of doubt lingered in his eyes. "Okay. But if there's something bothering you, you know you can talk to me, right?"

"I know," she said, her voice softer now. "Thank you, mi rey."

The announcement came over the intercom that they were about to land. Y/n took a deep breath, mentally pushing away the turmoil. She had to focus on the moment. Paris. Sebastian. The movie.

---

The bustling energy of the airport hit them as soon as they stepped off the plane. Travelers hurried past with suitcases, announcements echoed from the speakers, and the aroma of freshly baked croissants wafted from nearby cafés.

Sebastian adjusted his carry-on bag and glanced at Y/n, who was looking around with a mixture of awe and distraction. "Welcome to Paris, mi reina," he said with a grin, nudging her playfully.

She laughed, the sound lighter than it had been in days. "Paris, finally."

"Finally," he echoed, watching her closely as they walked toward baggage claim.

Y/n tried to immerse herself in the moment, taking in the sights and sounds of the airport. She let herself smile as Sebastian made a joke about how the French language made even the word "baggage" sound romantic.

"Come on, say it," he teased, holding up his phone with a translation app open. "Bagage. Ba-ga-zh. It's practically poetry!"

Y/n giggled, shaking her head. "You're ridiculous."

"That's why you like me," he quipped, his arm brushing against hers as they walked.

For a moment, she let herself believe she could keep this facade of normalcy. The weight of Morgana's revelation, the dead ends with the other witches, and the growing realization that she might never get her body back - not that she missed it much - it all felt distant here, drowned out by Sebastian's presence and the excitement of being in Paris.

As they reached the arrival terminal, paparazzi cameras flashed in the distance, but Sebastian casually wrapped an arm around her shoulders, shielding her from the chaos.

"Ready for this?" he asked.

Y/n nodded, mustering her brightest smile. "Ready as I'll ever be."

But deep inside, she knew she wasn't ready for any of it.

They hopped into a sleek black car the production company had rented for them. An hour later the car pulled up in front of an opulent hotel, its grand façade gleaming in the late afternoon sunlight. The doorman opened the door for them, and Y/n stepped out, immediately in awe of the grandeur before her.

"Wow," she breathed, craning her neck to take in the marble columns, intricate gold detailing, and enormous crystal chandeliers visible through the glass doors.

Sebastian grinned as he joined her on the curb. "Only the best for you, mi reina."

She laughed, nudging him playfully. "Are you trying to impress me, mi rey?"

"Always," he replied with a wink, slipping his hand into hers as they entered the hotel.

The lobby was just as stunning - polished floors that reflected the light of towering chandeliers, lavish flower arrangements, and plush seating areas that looked like they belonged in a palace. A concierge greeted them warmly, guiding them to the check-in desk, where Sebastian handled everything with ease, exchanging a few words in French that made Y/n raise her eyebrows in surprise.

"You've been holding out on me," she teased once they were in the elevator.

He shrugged, feigning modesty. "What can I say? I've got layers."

When the elevator doors opened, Y/n stepped into their suite and gasped. The living area was expansive, with velvet furniture, a glittering chandelier, and floor-to-ceiling windows that led to a private balcony.

"Oh my God," she whispered, wandering through the room. "This is...this is insane."

Sebastian leaned against the doorway, watching her with a satisfied smile. "You like it?"

"Like it? I love it!" she exclaimed, practically running to the balcony. She threw open the doors, stepping out into the crisp evening air, and there it was - the Eiffel Tower, standing majestic against the Parisian skyline, its lights beginning to twinkle as dusk settled.

Sebastian joined her, slipping an arm around her waist. "Perfect view, huh?"

"Perfect," she agreed, her voice soft with awe. For the first time in weeks, the heaviness in her chest lifted, replaced by pure, unfiltered joy. She turned to Sebastian, her eyes shining. "Thank you for this."

"You don't have to thank me," he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You deserve it."

Her heart swelled as she leaned in, and their lips met in a kiss - sweet, tender, and full of unspoken emotions. For a moment, the world faded away, leaving just the two of them and the magic of Paris.

But the buzzing of her cellphone broke the spell. Y/n reluctantly pulled away, glancing at the screen. It was Aurora.

"Sorry, I need to take this," she said, stepping back inside the suite.

Sebastian nodded, though his eyes lingered on her with concern as she disappeared into the living room.

Y/n swiped to answer the call, her heart racing. "Aurora?"

"Hey," Aurora's voice came through, calm but tinged with something that made Y/n's breath catch. "I have news. About your mom."

Y/n's grip on the phone tightened. "What? Is she okay? What happened?"

"It's good news," Aurora said, her tone softening. "The treatment worked. The cancer isn't spreading anymore. Her blood work came back clean."

"Oh my God. Oh my God, Aurora." Y/n's voice shook, her free hand covering her mouth as a sob escaped her.

"She's not out of the woods yet," Aurora continued gently. "The doctors say she'll need radiation and surgery to clear out the dead cancer cells, but...they're optimistic. They think she's going to be okay."

Tears streamed down Y/n's face as she choked out a laugh of pure relief. "I can't believe it. I - I don't even know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," Aurora replied. "She's your mom, Y/n. I'd do it all again in a heartbeat. Besides...I really like her. She's so kind, and - well, let's just say she's nothing like my own mother."

Y/n sniffled, trying to compose herself. "Thank you, Aurora. I mean it. Thank you for being there for her. For being there for my dad."

"Of course," Aurora said softly. "She's your family. And besides...she's become mine too."

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of everything they'd been through hanging between them.

"You okay?" Aurora asked after a beat.

"Yeah," Y/n whispered, wiping her tears. "For the first time in weeks...I think I am."

When Y/n hung up the phone, she found Sebastian waiting for her in the doorway, his brow furrowed with concern.

"Everything okay?" he asked, stepping toward her.

Y/n nodded, a wide smile breaking across her tear-streaked face. "It's better than okay. The treatment worked. Y/n's mom is going to be okay."

Sebastian's face lit up, and he pulled her into a tight hug. "That's amazing, mi reina."

She buried her face in his chest, her laughter mingling with her tears. For the first time in what felt like forever, she could breathe again.

—

That evening, Sebastian took her to one of the most exclusive restaurants in Paris. The flickering candlelight, the soft murmur of French being spoken around them, and the stunning view of the Seine made it feel like something out of a dream.

Y/n laughed as Sebastian attempted to pronounce the French menu, his exaggerated mistakes making her sides ache. He reached across the table to take her hand, his thumb brushing lightly against her knuckles.

"You seem lighter," he said, his voice gentle. "Happier."

"I am," she admitted, her smile softening. "For the first time in weeks, I feel like...like everything might actually be okay."

Sebastian squeezed her hand, his eyes warm and full of love. "It will be. I promise."

And for that night, Y/n let herself believe it.

—

By The Seine River - the next day

The streets of Paris were alive with their usual charm, yet the quiet hum of a film set made it feel like a stage ready for magic. The crew bustled around, adjusting cameras, setting up reflective screens, and perfecting the lighting to capture every detail of the city's beauty.

Maya Carver, the sharp-eyed and quick-witted director, stood by the monitors. "Alright, people," she called, her voice calm yet commanding. "This scene has to feel like Paris is their playground. We're capturing love, tension, and the city's soul all in one. Let's make it happen."

Y/n stood off to the side, adjusting the light scarf her character Celeste Nichols wore. The cool breeze brushed her cheeks, and she felt a surge of nervous excitement. Beside her, Sebastian - or rather, Mike Taylor - leaned against a lamppost, his athletic frame clad in casual yet stylish wear. The faint tension in his eyes mirrored the conflict his character carried.

"You ready, Celeste?" he asked in Mike's soft, gravelly tone, slipping effortlessly into character.

Y/n smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Always, Mike."

Maya clapped her hands. "Positions, everyone! Let's roll."

—

The Seine shimmered beneath the soft morning sunlight, reflecting the grandeur of Paris in its rippling waters. Tour boats glided lazily along the river, their passengers pointing at the iconic sights that framed the city's soul. Mike and Celeste strolled side by side, the rhythm of their footsteps mingling with the faint echoes of accordion music from a nearby street performer.

Mike looked gaunt, his complexion pale under the morning light. His usual energetic gait had slowed, his shoulders slumping slightly. Celeste couldn't help but notice the way he pressed a hand to his abdomen every so often, his jaw tightening as though he was warding off nausea.

"Mike," she said gently, breaking the silence. "Are you okay? You've been...off lately."

He forced a smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm fine, Celeste. Just tired. Tomorrow's race is on my mind."

"Tired?" she repeated, her tone tinged with disbelief. "You look like you're about to keel over. You've been like this for weeks now."

"I told you, it's just the pressure."

She stopped walking, tugging on his arm to make him face her. "This isn't just pressure. You're sick. I know you've been...using."

He stiffened, his expression defensive. "Celeste, we've talked about this. I need it. It's the edge I need to win."

Her eyes softened, though her voice held firm. "You don't need it, Mike. Not if it's destroying you like this. Promise me you'll stop. Please."

His gaze dropped to the ground, his lips pressing into a thin line. After a long pause, he nodded. "I promise."

But deep down, the pang of guilt twisted in his gut. The thought of giving up the only thing that kept him competitive terrified him more than he could admit.

She sighed, her worry evident. "You've always put cycling first. But what's the point of winning if it costs you your health? Or...us?"

Her words lingered, heavier than the morning air. He reached for her hand, squeezing it tightly. "I hear you, Celeste. I do. After tomorrow, things will change. I'll quit racing, I swear."

She looked up at him, searching his face for the truth. Finally, she smiled faintly, though the worry never left her eyes. "Okay," she whispered. "I'll hold you to that."

As they resumed walking, the shadow of unspoken doubts followed them, but Mike's grip on her hand tightened, grounding him to the one person who mattered most.

—

The next scene took them aboard a bright red tourist bus. The crew crammed themselves into the lower deck while Maya gave instructions through her headset. The camera focused on Mike and Celeste sitting on the upper deck, surrounded by the beauty of Paris.

The iconic red bus rumbled down the cobblestone streets, weaving through Paris's historic landmarks. Celeste leaned out slightly, the wind catching her hair as she pointed excitedly at the sights.

"Look, there's Notre Dame!" she exclaimed, nudging Mike, who sat beside her.

He smiled weakly, his head resting against the back of his seat. "You've got enough energy for both of us," he said, his tone playful but tinged with exhaustion.

She frowned, leaning closer. "You're really not okay, are you?"

"Celeste, I'm fine," he said, his irritation breaking through momentarily before softening. "Sorry. I just...I'll be better after tomorrow."

Her hand found his knee, squeezing it reassuringly. "You'd better be. Because after this race, I'm dragging you to the doctor, whether you like it or not."

They both laughed, though hers was tinged with concern, and his felt more like a deflection.

The bus made its stop at the Louvre, and they disembarked, walking toward the sprawling glass pyramid that stood like a beacon of art and history. Celeste's eyes lit up as they entered the courtyard, the sheer magnitude of the museum captivating her.

"Can you believe we're here?" she asked, spinning around to take it all in.

Mike chuckled, watching her with a mix of affection and melancholy. "You're like a kid in a candy store."

"Because it's incredible! All this history, all this beauty..." She paused, turning to him. "It's the kind of thing you want to share with someone you love."

Her words struck him like a blow. She meant them innocently, but they reverberated in his mind, stirring something deep within him.

As they wandered through the halls, pausing at the Mona Lisa and other masterpieces, Celeste chattered enthusiastically about the art, her joy infectious. Mike tried to keep up, but his thoughts kept drifting.

Watching her marvel at the paintings, her eyes wide with wonder, he realized something he hadn't allowed himself to fully acknowledge. Winning the Tour de France might have been his lifelong dream, but none of it mattered if he lost her in the process.

He stopped in the middle of a corridor, grabbing her hand. "Celeste."

She turned, surprised by the intensity in his voice. "What is it?"

"I meant what I said earlier. After this race, I'm done. I'm quitting cycling. No more doping, no more chasing something that doesn't matter. You're what matters. You always have been."

Her expression softened, tears welling in her eyes. "Mike..."

"Just let me get through tomorrow," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "One last race. And then I'm yours, completely."

She smiled through her tears, nodding. "You've always been mine, Mike. You just didn't realize it."

They embraced tightly, the grandeur of the Louvre around them serving as a fitting backdrop for a promise that felt like the start of a new chapter. But as Mike held her close, he couldn't shake the lingering doubt in his heart - could he really let go of everything he'd built his life around?

—

Later that evening - under the Eiffel Tower

The evening sky over Paris glowed in shades of violet and indigo, the city lights twinkling like stars against the fading dusk. The Eiffel Tower loomed above them, a majestic silhouette against the darkening sky, its golden lights sparkling like a beacon of hope and love. The streets were bustling, the sound of distant laughter and chatter mixing with the faint hum of Parisian life, but under the tower, there was a stillness - a quiet that felt almost sacred.

Mike and Celeste stood hand in hand, their gazes fixed on the towering structure in front of them. Celeste's heart raced, though not from the excitement of the day's tour or the beauty of the city, but from the quiet intensity that had built between them all day. Mike's presence beside her felt like the only thing that mattered, even in the city that pulsed with energy.

Mike stood a little apart from her now, his expression serious, almost distant, as if he was steeling himself for something monumental. Celeste's heart skipped in her chest, sensing the shift in the air.

"Mike?" she asked softly, her voice laced with a mix of concern and curiosity.

He turned to face her, his eyes searching hers for a moment, as if weighing something heavy. He swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling as he seemed to gather the words.

"Celeste," he began, his voice rough with emotion. "I've spent my whole life chasing something... something that I thought would define me. Winning, racing, being the best. But somewhere along the way, I lost sight of what truly matters."

She frowned slightly, the words he spoke echoing in the hollow space between them.

"You're right. I've put cycling ahead of everything - my health, my happiness... and you. Especially you," Mike continued, his voice cracking slightly. "But I realized today, looking at you, listening to you talk about this beautiful city, watching you light up the way you do when you love something.."

He stepped forward, his hands trembling slightly as he took hers in his.

"Celeste, you are everything to me. I don't need to win any more races to know that you are the one thing I can't lose. I don't want to keep racing. I don't want to keep pretending that any of this matters if I don't have you by my side. You've made me feel like I can be more than just a cyclist."

Celeste's breath caught in her throat, tears welling in her eyes, the city around them fading into nothing but a distant hum. She felt like she was standing on the edge of something she'd only ever dreamed about.

Mike dropped to one knee in front of her, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "So, Celeste Nichols... will you marry me? Will you be the person I choose to be with, through everything, for the rest of my life?"

For a moment, Celeste couldn't breathe. Her heart thudded in her chest, and her hands trembled. The proposal felt surreal, like something from a dream she'd never dared to have. The Eiffel Tower glittered above them, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she realized that everything she had longed for was standing right in front of her.

She opened her mouth, her voice a whisper, "Yes. Yes, I will marry you, Mike."

Her words were a quiet vow, a promise of a new beginning. Mike rose, enveloping her in a tight embrace, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he felt at peace. The world could have fallen apart around them, but in that moment, it didn't matter.

—

Maya called, "Cut!" and the applause broke out. The scene had been perfect - raw and brimming with emotion. Y/n took a step back, drawing a deep breath as the adrenaline from the moment began to subside. The proposal scene they had just filmed was everything Maya Carver had envisioned: the Eiffel Tower glittering in the background, the heartfelt words exchanged under its glow. For Y/n, it had been a whirlwind of emotion, slipping into Celeste's shoes and letting herself feel the vulnerability of being proposed to by someone she loved deeply.

But that was just acting.

She smiled faintly at Sebastian, his grin was wide and easy, but there was something in his eyes - something deeper, unreadable - that caught her off guard. He didn't look away as he stepped toward her, closing the space between them with an intensity that made her heart skip.

"Aurora," he said, softly enough that it was meant just for her ears.

Her smile faltered slightly, curiosity tugging at her. "What is it?" she asked, tilting her head.

He didn't answer right away. Instead, he reached into his jacket pocket. The small, familiar gesture sent a ripple of confusion through her, followed quickly by disbelief.

No.

He couldn't be.

Sebastian dropped to one knee before her, just as he had moments ago in the scene, but this time there were no cameras rolling, no Maya barking orders. This was real.

Y/n froze, her pulse roaring in her ears as she stared down at him. Around them, the cast and crew had gone quiet, their eyes fixed on the pair.

"Aurora," he began, his voice steady but heavy with emotion. "I know this might seem sudden. Maybe even crazy. But I need you to hear me out."

Her breath hitched. This wasn't happening.

"These last few months with you have been... unlike anything I've ever known," Sebastian continued. "In a world where everything feels fake, where so much is about image and performance, you've been the one real thing in my life. The one person who truly sees me, who makes me feel like I can be myself without fear or pretense. The one person who truly loves and cares for me."

His words hit her like a tidal wave, and she couldn't stop the tears that pricked at her eyes.

"I've spent my whole life searching for something I couldn't even name," he said, his voice cracking just slightly. "And now I know it was you. You've changed everything for me, Aurora. And I don't want to go another day without telling you how much you mean to me. How much I love you."

Sebastian opened the small velvet box, revealing a simple but stunning ring that glinted under the Eiffel Tower's glow. Gasps rippled through the small crowd around them, but Y/n barely registered it. Her world had narrowed to Sebastian, to his steady gaze, to the sincerity in his words that left her utterly shaken.

"Will you marry me?" he asked, his voice breaking ever so slightly.

The weight of the moment pressed down on her chest, and her thoughts spiraled into chaos. This wasn't part of the plan. They'd only been together for a few months, and while those months had been filled with undeniable connection, they were still learning each other, still navigating the complexities of their lives.

And then there was Aurora.

The truth clawed at her from the inside, her heart warring with her head. She wasn't Aurora, and yet here she was, standing in her place, hearing a proposal that wasn't meant entirely for her.

Around her, the crew watched with bated breath, their eyes glimmering with anticipation. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as she stared down at Sebastian, his earnest expression making her heart ache.

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her chest tightened as the conflict within her raged louder.

What should she say?

Chapter 26 >

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