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elan for halloween would be a dream♡ i can see her in the prettiest costume everrrrr and h just going along with everything, hearts in his eyes👼🏼🪽🦢maybe even a private moment together, in costumeeeee🤍

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"No, totally... For sure, it's going to be so much fun. Just text me when you get back to where you're staying... Yeah, I still have your location. Do you have mine?... Perfect, good. I'll text you later, but if you need anything just let me know... Love you, Fran."

Harry watched on the end of (Y/N)'s bed as she spoke into her phone, hands wandering through her professionally tousled hair. While he was aware of what she was muttering to her best friend, not a single word processed when he had the distraction of her reflection in front of him.

While he was getting a stellar view from behind her, the dressing gown she had draped over her shoulders hid the details of her halloween costume. This year, one of her three (three!) planned costumes was a Playboy Bunny. That was the bodysuit she had on tonight, complete with a puffed tail over her rear and a headband with bunny ears hanging off of her arm. The night's plans included making an appearance at a party thrown by a friend of a friend, the kind where her hair stylist was called and a makeup artist had been given the privilege of painting her face.

She was left with big blown out hair, her face dewy and smooth with the prettiest blush dusting her cheeks. The pink flush was extra concentrated on the tip of her nose, giving the illusion of a bunny's nose without having to draw a button nose on her skin. Her lashes were long and fluttery, grazing her brow bone and brushing her cheekbones. Sparkling gloss had been swiped over her lips, playing against the shimmery white corset cinching her waist. In lieu of the traditional bowtie around her neck, she had a black choker tied around her throat with a tiny white bow stitched to the front. Her legs were silken smooth under a pair of sheer nude tights, leading to a classic pair of pointed black stilettos. Harry could already see her begging to carry her around so she wouldn't have to keep walking in those shoes.

The champagne colored dressing gown draped over her form was only loosely tied at her waist, creating a deep V to show off stretches of her costume. It was hard for Harry to keep his focus when he looked at her. Her attention was miles far away from him, but he still felt drawn to her—unable to look away.

But, he reminded himself, he had to be on his best behavior for the night. He wasn't going out with her as her partner, dancing and drinking with her friends. He was going out with her as her bodyguard on duty, his sole purpose being to protect her to ensure she was safe amongst the throngs of almost-celebrities and paparazzi with blinding cameras.

Though the real severe threats to (Y/N)'s well being had all but vanished once Damien had been removed from her vicinity (there were rumors he was relocated to Spain, the cover being that there was some internship with some artist he admired. Harry had a feeling Damien fled the second it reached him that (Y/N) knew and wasn't afraid of letting others know as well), there was always the worry of her walking into the lion's den that was the media. Especially at parties like these, where one drink would be exaggerated to chugging a whole keg, and photographers weren't afraid to push and pull for the ultimate shot. More than anything, he wanted to be there; to be a physical reminder that she wasn't alone and she had him on her side.

"Right, right," (Y/N) muttered, rooting through the small purse she was taking with her for the night, "No, for sure. No, I'll text you... Okay, love you. Bye."

Harry was surprised to see (Y/N) actually end the call given the fact that they'd said goodbye at least three prior times only to continue talking. Dropping her phone in her bag just as she found the lipgloss she'd been digging for, he watched as she took in a deep breath, breasts swelling over the balconette cut of her bodysuit.

"Sorry," she sighed, meeting his eyes through the mirror with the applicator of her lipgloss dragging over her plush mouth, "I didn't think we'd talk that long."

"'S alright," he murmured, forcing his gaze from the soft parts of her up to her eyes, "I figured you'd be talking for a while. I don't mind."

Truthfully, this only gave him more and more time to get in all of his gazing and admiring and staring before he would have to be the consummate professional in public. He'd drink her in now in hopes of holding himself over until the early hours of the morning when they would finally be alone again.

Rubbing her lips together to spread the gloss, (Y/N) pursed her lips with a pop. Harry had to keep his eyes from rolling to the back of his head as he watched. He forced himself to straighten his posture when she turned her gaze to his, no longer using the mirror as the middleman.

"I wish you'd dress up with me tonight," she pouted, canting her head just right with the light catching her pinkened nose.

"I know," he sighed, standing up from where he'd been sat at her glamorous vanity. "Maybe another time—I've got to work tonight, remember?"

She only rolled her eyes at him, a pinch of attitude twisting her features. "Sure, sure. Because someone's going to fight me in the middle of a night club."

Harry only looked at her with a deadpan look. She knew better than most just how easy it was for tensions to boil over in the dark like that, especially when alcohol was involved. He wasn't really in the mood to imagine her being the subject of a grainy cell phone video with someone attempting to pull her hair out or pour a drink over her head.

"Fine, I know," she relented after only a moment of his silence, "I just think it would be cute if we were both bunnies or something. I'd even let you pick if you wanted something specific."

He shook his head, his features finally cracking when he pulled her closer with an arm looped around her waist. "I just want whatever makes y'feel pretty. We'll match another time, but y'get to be the center of attention tonight."

She softened immediately in his hold, reaching for him with the sleeves of the dressing gown sliding over her shimmering skin. "Okay. Thank you, H."

Harry didn't bother with a response before he dipped his head down and pressed his lips to hers. The tip of his nose grazed the top of her own as he tasted the watermelon tint to her gloss. If it were up to him, he would continue this up until Sully arrived and they would be forced on their way, but he'd been in trouble one too many times to know that he wasn't going to get away with messing up her makeup before an event like this.

Drawing away, the light caught a stray smudge of her gloss caught on the corner of her lip. With her face tipped up towards him like a flower looking for the sun, he used the pad of his thumb to lightly swipe away the offending smudge. He could feel the weight of her gaze on his face, tracing the planes and lingering on his lips, where he was sure there was the mark of her kiss glistening in the low light.

"I think I want to come home early tonight," (Y/N) whispered with Harry's thumb pausing just at the corner of her mouth.

"Yeah?" he pressed, raising his brows as he looked down at her. Carefully, he maneuvered his arm around her waist until he was pulling the headband of bunny ears from the crook of her elbow.

"Yeah," she breathed, no further explanation leaving her lips once Harry tipped her head back.

He pushed the headband over her hair, leaving the volume of her hair to flare out just behind the massive ears now stationed on the top of her head. (Y/N) didn't move, only looking up at him.

"'M sure we can make that happen, sweet girl."

Making the hard choice for the both of them, Harry unravelled his arms from around her and took a step back to allow clear air into their lungs.

"Finish getting ready, and I'll let Sully know we're almost ready."

With that, he exited her bedroom, knowing he would need a second to recuperate if either of them had a chance of acting normal for the night. He could feel (Y/N)'s eyes following him all the way out.

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Harry shifted, adjusting his stance as his pants felt entirely too tight as he kept his eyes stitched to the Playboy Bunny across the room.

It was criminal the way she was able to take all of the air out of his lungs when she was doing the most simple of things, when her attention was far from on him. Just dancing with her friends (and the hangers- on that would no doubt be posting about these interactions in the coming days) was enough to have him crossing his arms over his chest and clenching his jaw. He couldn't take his eyes off of her as she fluffed her hair, played with the bunny ears on her head with a grin aimed at her friends, and ran her hands over the curves of her body.

He had forced himself into his work mindset before they'd gone out, just for those expectations to be cast aside. Of course, with his eyes on her, he was able to keep track of who was approaching her, and who was getting a touch too close, but that didn't mean that was his priority at the moment. He was too entranced with watching the way her hips moved, the swell of her breasts over the cups of her corset, the length of her legs in the silky tights. Every time the light shined just right over her face, and he caught the pink blush on her nose, he wondered how long he would have to kiss her until that blush became real.

Photographs and videos were taken of her as she had fun, some where he was sure there could be a glimpse of him simmering in the background. He wondered if there would be any articles picking apart his body language.

Despite how much fun she was having, Harry wanted to cling to her earlier request of heading home while the night was still young. Truthfully, he doubted he could make it much longer with just watching her. His hands were already fisted under his arms.

A small smile touched the corner of his lips, cracking the stoic exterior, when he saw her twirl on the dance floor. She had her hands in her fluffed hair, and a bubbly smile on her features. He could just barely hear the melody of her laugh over the sound of the music and the volume of the chatter. The faint traces of her remaining lip gloss sparkled in the party lights, drawing his gaze to her mouth like a faithful spotlight.

Harry barely saw the others in her circle playing along, dancing to the unfamiliar song thumping through the speakers. With the way (Y/N)'s body moved, the rolling of her hips, the way her breasts bounced against the tight corset, there was no way he was picking up on any details of the surroundings; no one could ask him the color of anything with the expectation of getting the right answer, not when (Y/N) was acting like this.

Following the sparkles sprinkled over her décolletage, the ribbon around her throat and the delicate slope of her neck, Harry realized (Y/N) was looking at him when he matched her gaze. There was a sparkle there, one different than that of her makeup. A sly smile touched the very corners of her mouth.

He'd been caught, but Harry didn't dare to look away from her.

Watching as she excused herself from her friends, looking for only a moment over her shoulder before she threaded through the crowd. Heading directly towards him. Harry shifted in his spot on the edge of the crowd, stationed near the table that had been reserved exclusively for her and the attention she would draw to this party.

Aware of the cameras that could easily capture them, both professional and amateur, (Y/N) didn't draw too near, but the heat she brought with her was enough to tickle along his skin.

"Hey, you," she greeted, a flirtatious undertone to the words. Her smile was a touch too bright to be only casual.

"Hi," he answered, dipping his chin in an attempt to level with her eyes, "Y'come here often?"

A peal of laughter spilled from her, (Y/N) leaning forward as if he said the funniest joke she'd ever heard. "You're so annoying," she shook her head though she held no real grit in her voice. She recovered with her lips in a curl as she canted her head. "Are you having fun at least? You haven't even moved from here all night.

"'M having fun watching you have fun," he clarified, "How are y'feeling?"

"I'm good," she sang, her features staying rounded and innocuous despite the way her eyes dropped from his, to the pillows of his lips. There, the glittery lids grew heavy, hooding her irises. "I think I might be ready to go home, though."

"Yeah?" Harry pressed, his voice suddenly deeper. Enough so that (Y/N) took the risk and leaned closer.

"Yeah," she affirmed, nibbling at her lip, "I promised you I would let us get home early tonight, remember?"

"But, if you're having fun, we don't have to go yet, love. I can wait for you."

"I can't."

It was the way that she met his eyes, gaze clear and heavy, that had a pump of blood rushing through his system and bruising his ribs.

"Say bye to your friends, I'll call Sully."

When she tossed a bright smile in his direction, sparkling gaze trained on him, Harry saw a camera trained in their direction to capture the moment.

That was a photo he hoped would resurface at some point.

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"Have a goodnight, kids. I'll see you in the morning, Miss (Y/N)."

With (Y/N)'s hand still tucked into Harry's elbow, a light jacket draped over her shoulders, she looked to Sully over her shoulder. "See you in the morning," she called.

Her steps never slowed, Harry keeping up with her while he bit back a smile. She definitely wasn't lying when she said she could wait.

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, he pushed open the door to her building, allowing her to step inside first. The sound of her heels clicking over the glossy floor matched the ticking of his heart. He faithfully followed her towards the elevator, tossing a polite smile to the lobby attendant for the both of them.

It wasn't until they were safe behind the gleaming doors of the elevator, only the mirrored walls and orchestrational music keeping them company, that (Y/N) broke.

Swirling to stand before him, with her heels assisting her height, she tugged Harry down with her arms looped around his neck. As soon as she was close enough, she pressed her lips to his in a messy smear. The tip of their noses mashed together before Harry was able to tilt his head. He could feel the remnants of her lip gloss, the soft heat of her kiss, the creases that matched up with his so perfectly. Parting his lips just enough, he slipped the tip of his tongue across the plush of her own mouth, getting a taste of the few sips of alcoholic lemonade she had at the beginning of the evening.

A breathy sigh fanned across his kiss when she opened her own mouth. Her tongue played along with his, getting a taste of him just as teasingly as he did for her. He clutched at her hips, finally getting more than a passing graze of the silken fabric that held tight over her body. The high leg cut of the bodysuit allowed him to feel glimpses of her bare skin through the tights pulled over her legs.

He wondered how long he would be able to keep her in this outfit before he was forced to tear it off of her.

Just as she chanced a hike of her leg over his thigh, the elevator dinged over their heads. it was Harry that pulled away first, looking over (Y/N)'s shoulder to see her penthouse level being highlighted.

"I'll follow you, sweet girl," Harry murmured, forcing himself to turn her body away from his and towards the opening doors.

She blinked herself back to the real world, clutching Harry's hand in her own before taking them down the hallway. It felt like an eternity as she dug through for the key to her door, long enough for him to skate his eyes down her form and over the exposed curve of her ass from the cut of the costume. He felt his pants tighten, his cock stirring at the sight.

As soon as she was able, she tugged him into her apartment after her. It was Harry that had the wherewithal to lock the door after them, only getting through the twisting motion for a second before she was pulling him away.

"We'll do that later. You're not my bodyguard tonight, just my boyfriend," she insisted, taking him to the couch with her.

A lopsided grin took over his mouth, going along with her as she urged him to take a seat on the plush sofa. "I thought y'liked that I protect you? What happened to that, sweet girl?"

"I do," she countered, taking a seat on his lap with her hands landing on the broad of his shoulders, "But I just want you to fuck me right now—not bodyguard me."

Harry felt a pulse of heat race through his system. He didn't think before he smeared his lips across hers, decidedly messier and harsher than the kiss they shared in the elevator.

She relented to his strength, clutching at his shoulders while he clutched at her waist. The boning of her corset was stiff under his hands, keeping her back arched as she leant into him. His palms skated over her form as she moaned into his mouth, the slick press and pull of their mouths filling the quiet of her apartment.

The ties of her corset slipped against his fingers just before he ran its other cotton fluff of her bunny tail. He couldn't help but to tug on it, hoping she could feel just how much he enjoyed her costume. The roll of her hips she gave in response was the right answer.

A whining moan rang from her throat then, the thin covering between her legs providing no cushion against the bulge of his cock underneath her core. She pulled away with her chest heaving against his, leaving Harry to drag his lips down the line of her jaw and down the curve of her neck.

He hoped her makeup artist for the next Halloween party wouldn't mind using a few extra minutes to cover whatever marks he left over tonight.

Harry gently nipped at the soft skin of her throat, his tongue soothing that same area within the same breath. He sucked and bit, feeling the skin heat under his mouth. (Y/N) fisted his shirt, her manicured nails behind felt through the material. The light scratch against his skin was enough to have his hips bucking up to hers, meeting her soft core in a shallow thrust.

"Harry," she breathed, his name said like a prayer in a delicate voice. "I don't want to wait."

He only shushed her as he dotted kisses down her neck once he was satisfied with the love bite he left behind on her throat. She might not want to wait, but he was more than happy taking a bit of extra time with his mouth on her.

Once he reached the swell of her breasts, he brought a hand up from her rear to the flexible cups of her corset. It didn't take much force to fold it down and expose her peaking nipple. He took the bud between his lips, sucking it against his tongue. The scraping of his teeth had goosebumps sparking over her skin, her nipple hardening against the buds of his tongue.

Her hands on his shoulders shifted upwards into the baby curls on the back of his neck, fingers sliding amongst the waves. It was his turn to let out a strangled moan as he moved to press his lips to her other breast, spurring (Y/N) on to tug at the roots of his hair just enough to send a zip over the knobs of his spine.

Wrapping an arm around her back, he pressed her closer to his mouth, muffling his moan as he laved his tongue over her breast. The only movement she could make over his lap was to sit on his thighs, pressing her core headily against his cock.

He could feel the way his cock twitched when he imagined the heat that was waiting for him, the tight channel he was going to squeeze the head into.

God, could he really wait much longer?

Pulling away from her chest with a pop, his lips swollen and slick with saliva, Harry looked up at her with darkened eyes. She looked devastating, eyes glossy with thick lashes, her bunny-pink nose and lips agape, tongue tasting of his name.

"Harry?"

He pressed a hard kiss to her waiting mouth. "Want m'help with your costume?"

"I've got it," she rushed out, stumbling from his lap as she blindly reached for the ties of her corset.

It only took a moment of watching her unable to reach the right ties, that Harry let out a breathy laugh. He spun her with his hands on her hips, presenting him with the view of her back with her bunny tail at his face. He couldn't help but to plant a kiss on the small of her back, an act that had a small giggle sounding from his girl.

Harry worked gently and methodically as he undid the ties of her costume. He brushed the bare skin of her back as he worked his fingers under the ribbons, the boning loosening with every pull. Soon enough the entire ensemble was pushed down her hips and left in a puddle at her feet. (Y/N) took in a deep breath, looking over her shoulder at where he sat with spread legs on the couch.

"Ears or no ears?" she asked, referring to the headband pinned to her hair.

"Ears," he answered definitively.

A sly sight colored her lusted features. "Okay."

She had to have been putting on a show with the slow pace she rolled down her tights. (Y/N) slowly bent at the hips as she needed, her ass in Harry's face with the puffy lips of her pussy on display the deeper she bent. He could already see the way her slit was glistening for him. She hadn't been lying when she said she wasn't interested in waiting.

It was a bit selfish, he thought, leaving her to do the hard work of undressing while reaching down to the bulge in his lap. But, he wasn't one to say no to a show, especially not one as pretty as this.

Undoing the fastenings of his trousers, Harry pushed the band of his briefs down his thighs. The ruddy head was already smeared with precum, enough that allowed him to glaze down the rest of his length as he fisted over himself. There was no doubt (Y/N) heard the slick sound that rang through the apartment; especially not when she looked at him over her shoulder, her ass in his face and bunny ears on her head.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, eyes darkened.

Her movements became a bit clumsy then, leaving the rest of his dressing to be left on the floor in record time. But, before she had a chance to climb back on his lap, Harry caged his free arm around her waist from behind. She let out a gasp, grabbing for his forearm that curled around his middle.

Harry tugged her down to sit on his lap, her back to his chest with the warmth of her pussy pressed right against the base of his cock. A full moan fell from her lips, (Y/N) throwing her head back to be laid against his shoulder.

"Alright with this?" he asked, referring to both the way he was taking her from behind and the fact she was naked while not a single article of his own clothing had been discarded.

"Uh-huh," she nodded absently, turning her head until she was snuggling against the column of his throat. "As long as you still kiss me."

An affection curl took over his mouth. "'M sure we can manage," he mused, "Budge up for me, love."

Lifting her hips while Harry's arm was still barred around her middle, he fisted his cock in his palm. With the way she hovered just above him, he was able to skim the head of his cock along her slick folds, smearing his precum around her core.

"Let me know if y'want me to stop or slow down," he murmured to her, something he told her every time she allowed him the privilege of settling between her thighs.

"Stop body guarding me, I'm f—"

Her chiding was cut off when Harry pushed his hips upwards, splitting her open with the head of his cock. A garbled call of his name bubbled out of her, the kind of thing that she attempted to bite back but still made it way out. He pulled her down onto his lap, bottoming out through her slick walls. A pleasured sigh heaved from his chest.

Harry bucked up into her, driving himself that much deeper, pushing his balls against her budding clit. Her breathing was shaky.

(Y/N )'s legs were spread wide around his own parted knees, leaving her open for him to begin bucking up into. She made the sweetest noises, the kind that told him he was hitting the deepest parts of her she had once told him had never been reached before him. He didn't have to see her to know that her eyes were fluttering to a close, nose pinched as she fought to keep her cool

Slick noises filtered through the space, her walls pulsing around him, attempting to suck him deeper though he was barely even pulling out at the beginning of each thrust.

"I-I wanna help," she whined, digging her fingers into the cage of his arm.

"Yeah?" he breathed, smearing a kiss to the dip of her shoulder, "Go ahead and help me, sweetheart."

He always thought it was quite cute that she wanted to help him when she was on top, despite how much he could tell she enjoyed just being bounced on his lap. His sweet girl, right to her core.

Slowing his bucks to gentle rolls of his hips, Harry allowed her to shift over his lap. Moving until she was straddling his pelvis, knees brought up to dig into the cushions of her sofa. She was spread wide open for him to reach around and graze her clit, the leverage of her knees on the couch allowing her to lift off of his cock until only the head was still tucked inside before dropping back down.

"Oh—Harry," she cried, arching her back with her bunny ears going lopsided.

With the enticing curve of her back, Harry's eyes were led right to the rounded curve of her ass. As she established her pace, the plush flesh slapped back against his lap. He couldn't take his eyes off, leaning back to watch the feast that was her body as she rode him.

Around her waist, his hand wrapped around her front dropped low until he met the top of her slit. He could feel the way his cock was splitting her open, a grazing that had his mouth falling open. His fingertips met her wet clit, the first touch being enough to have (Y/N) stumbling in her pace.

"Harry, oh my god."

That was all he needed to hear before he was circling her clit harder, the pads of his fingers unrelenting. "I've got y'sweet girl. Gonna cum for me?"

"A-Are you?"

"Want me to cum with you, sweetheart?" he choked out through gritted teeth. As much as playing with her clit was for her, the shocks felt through her body with the pulsing walls and squeezing thighs, that was for him.

"Uh-huh," she moaned out, her fluffed hair in a mess, "In-Inside."

It was his turn to let out a string of curses. With his free hand, Harry cuffed his hand around her neck, pulling her flush against his chest. Keeping true to her request, he pressed his lips to hers in a messy kiss; he was barely on center, teeth and tongues playing against one another. (Y/N)'s moans slipped through into his mouth, sweet and sugary.

There was no way he wouldn't be able to follow through on her request. Not when she was asking him to cum inside her, where her walls pulled and squeezed around him. She was snug, unwilling to let go of him, even when it was only for a moment with the rolls of her hips.

A frayed knot came to fruition in his stomach. It wasn't strong, but it was tight—the kind that would only crumble under pressure. And his pressure was calling his team in ecstasy, requesting him to cum inside of her with her wet pussy doing all the extra convincing.

"I want you to finish first," he breathed against her mouth, "My bunny goes first."

She wanted to smile, that much he could tell with the twitch of her lips, but there was too much on her mind to record the bubbling feeling over his teasing. Instead, a pinch formed between her brows, Harry's fingers over her clit doing that much more to draw her to the edge.

It all happened so quickly. At one moment, she was fluttering her lashes closed with her lips parted, and the next she was pulling away from his kiss with her head thrown back to his shoulder.

(Y/N) grew impossibly wet around him, her walls that much tighter. The pace of her hips dropped until she was making only shaky rolls, toes curling on either side of his thighs. A breathless moan fell from her lips, her kiss-swollen lips parted.

All it took for Harry after feeling her pleasure and feeling the way every part of her body attempted to clung to him, was seeing the bunny-pink blush on her nose. Then he was summing.

He felt the way his cock throbbed just before ropes of his cum spurted from his tip. He was buried deep inside her, his release painting across the ridges of her walls. (Y/N) could feel the warmth, the pressure, he could tell with the way she clenched around him, both inside and out.

Keeping her flush to him, Harry wondered if they were in the same universe then. Were their heads filled with the same clouds? The thought had him holding her that much tighter.

Coming back down to earth came faster for (Y/N), leaving her to start spreading kisses along the side of his face.

"Harry," she murmured, breathless and tired, "Harry, I love you."

A small smile curled his lips, his eyes still closed as she felt another aftershock rock his body. "I love you, too."

His first act back on the material plane came in the form of turning her face to give her a proper kiss. The urgency had been drained from his body (literally), leaving him with only affection for his sweet girl.

He slumped back against the couch cushion, keeping her with him as she went lax.

"Can I stay here for a minute?" she murmured, her words holding a drawl.

Harry spoke through his smile, "Few more minutes, sweetheart. Then we'll get ready for bed, ‘kay?"

"'Kay," (Y/N) replied, though they both knew that he wasn't going to have the heart to make her get up until she was ready.

Moving cautiously, Harry pulled the throw blanket draped over the back of the sofa. He wrapped it around (Y/N)'s nude body, covering her before the chill of the room could eat at the bliss in her system.

Silence settled over them, Harry running a comforting circuit with his hand over her hip, the other hugging her around the waist. He closed his eyes when he swore he could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat—a grounding baseline.

Yeah, there was no way he was moving from this spot unless forced to do so.

"Harry?"

"Hm?" he hummed, pressing an absent kiss just to the side of her bunny ears.

"So," she started, amusement beginning to echo in her tone, "Bunny?"

Harry shook his head, biting back a smile as he held her that much tighter. "We're not getting into this tonight."

(Y/N) only laughed.

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moremaybank · 2 years ago

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hiiii! i can’t explain how excited i am to request this so here we go!

Y/N is dating Elijah. One day she goes baby shopping with him to get sister’s newborn some clothes. Whilst there, she gushes on about children (her period ended days ago and but her hormones are going haywire). Days later she drops the clothes at her sister’s place and holds her niece (Elijah is with her). Y/N notices how natural he looks with a baby so it turns her on, that evening in bed back at home, she points this out to him. She says he knows they can’t have kids but she’d enjoy trying anyways, he admits he has a breeding kink….the rest is up to you. 💋

BABY FEVER — e.m

pairing elijah mikaelson x fem!reader

summary seeing elijah doting on your baby niece excites you in more ways than one

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, choking, edging, dirty talk/language, imprint, spanking, praise kink, degradation kink, overstimulation, anal play, a dash of oral sex (f. receiving), let me know if i missed any

author's note she's a biggie. i hope you i made you proud with this, bestie😘 @amournoir

elijah masterlist

“sweetheart, please do not cry."

elijah used the pad of his thumb to wipe away a stray tear from your cheek as you peered down at the large selection of infant-sized onesies in front of you.

“i can’t help it. look how tiny this onesie is, ‘lijah,” you pouted, holding up the one you picked out for elijah to see. "'i'm not spoiled...my auntie just loves me.' it's perfect. help me grab one in every colour they offer."

it had been a week since your sister gave birth to her bundle of joy, gifting you a gorgeous little niece by the name of avery. you'd never had your own niece or nephew to spoil rotten, so when you heard your sister was pregnant, you were over the moon.

you'd forced elijah to join you on your mission to the baby store — not that he could ever say no to you — and all you'd done since you two had arrived was gush over any item your gaze landed on. the minuscule-sized pink frilly socks, the baby dresses adorned with silk bow sashes, the flower headbands...the list goes on. if it weren't for elijah bringing you back down to earth every five minutes, you were sure you'd be buying the entire store.

you tried. you tried so hard to resist, but you couldn't help it. the thought of those chubby little baby rolls, their adorable gummy smiles, how peaceful they look when they sleep, that delectable newborn baby smell...it was all too much, and it sent your hormones (and ovaries) that were already short-circuiting thanks to your recently-ended period, into overdrive.

"how many articles of clothing could a newborn need? she will outgrow all of them in three weeks' time."

"hush. i want her to have a selection," you argued, smacking his chest lightly with the back of your hand in warning. "honestly, you should be counting your blessings. if this were our baby, every baby store in the state would be cleared out. you know i like to be prepared."

elijah smiled at that because he knew you were only kidding, but in the back of his mind, he began to worry that somewhere down the line, his lack of the ability to give you a baby of your own would be something that drove you two apart. he loved you with every fibre of his being and wanted to provide you with everything. but a part of that everything just wasn't feasible — at least not in the traditional way. and to make matters worse, his younger brother klaus had been able to do the impossible without even trying. it was enviable.

he decided to shake it off, telling himself that he shouldn't be stressing out over a topic that hadn't been brought up. you'd always believed in the good, and in turn, you'd helped him believe in it too.

"darling, she's only been a part of the human population for a week now, i don't believe that picking out what onesie she's going to wear will be high on her priority list."

you frowned at him, handing him another onesie to place inside your nearly-full shopping cart. "it doesn't matter. i'm her aunt. it's my job to shower her with whatever she wants for the rest of her life. it's that simple, my love," you told him before you walked ahead of him over to the baby books.

elijah followed you while pushing the cart, always the one to do what he was told when it came to you. to be quite honest, there wasn't a single thing he wouldn't do for you.

"as much as i believe you to be going a tad overboard, i do adore how big your heart is."

you smiled in return, "i know this is all a bit much, i'm just...enthusiastic. besides hope, i've never had a niece or nephew before. i just want to make sure i'm doing this whole 'aunt' thing justice."

"you're a remarkable aunt to hope, and you're going to be just as exceptional of an aunt — if not more — to avery," elijah reassured you, his hands finding your face as he tilted it downwards. his lips pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead to seal the deal.

"you really think so?"

"i know so."

"so, how's the mom life treating you so far?" you questioned, looking over at your sister from your seat in her kitchen. her eyes were set on elijah, who was doting on avery in a matter of ten seconds. just one look at her, and he was putty in her little infant hands. and by god, was it a sight.

"it's...a lot. i mean, i'm responsible for a whole other human life now. it's kinda crazy if you think about it. and it can be pretty gruelling at times. but on the other hand, i've never felt so much love. there's something about holding the life you created in your hands. it's awfully cheesy, but there is truly nothing like it."

you watched the stars behind your sister's eyes and how bright they shined at the mere thought of her daughter. she was filled to the brim with love for her child, and it was a great look on her. you knew it wasn't the same thing, but that's exactly how you looked when you spoke about elijah. you trusted that you felt that same tenderness and utter devotion toward him, that you would go to the greatest lengths just to see him smile.

but now...seeing elijah — strong, noble, and powerful elijah — holding a product of the miracle of life in his hands, watching him as he held your niece in his arms like she were the most precious gem he had ever come across...it made your heart soar even further than you'd ever thought possible. it also caused a fluttering sensation in your core as you took notice of how natural elijah's paternal instincts came to him.

he bounced her lightly in his arms, beaming down at her as he did so. avery's eyes were closed shut, but her mouth mirrored him, giving him a sleepy replica of his smile. she stretched her body, settling into elijah's hold a bit further, and her tiny hand slowly raised up to touch his face. elijah visibly melted, eyes sparkling as he looked over at you from his place in the living room.

your sister interrupted your thoughts by snapping her fingers in front of your face. "earth to y/n. dude, hello?"

"oh, uh — sorry. what were you saying?"

"i asked you why you felt the need to go and spend over three hundred dollars on baby paraphernalia for an infant," she replied, giving you a look. "i knew you were going to go crazy over becoming an aunt, but there was no way i could have prepared for this."

your brows furrowed and you threw a puzzled look her way, "how do you know how much i spent?"

"you let the receipt in the bag, dumbass."

you winced, running a hand over your face. "i swear i told elijah to remind me to take it out of the bag before we came."

"well, you didn't. sucks to suck. but since you brought up elijah..." she trailed off, giving you a suggestive look before her gaze moved over to your boyfriend's.

"what?" you asked, noticing how she was peering at you.

"nothing, just...he seems to be a natural. i mean, if avery wasn't mine and i saw those two walking on the street, i'd assume she belonged to him."

you chuckled, shaking your head at her as you turned to look at elijah and avery once again. your sister had a point. it was undeniable how in sync you two were mentally, surely the product of growing up so close.

"i was thinking the same thing. i might have to take him home and convince him to try to make one of our own," you joked in response, sipping the coffee from the mug in front of you on the counter.

"you couldn't just let me have this one thing, huh?" your sister responded, smiling as she shook her head at you.

"what kind of little sister would i be if i didn't try to steal your thunder? you know i thrive off of attention."

you were laid in bed, applying lotion to your hands as you watched elijah emerge from the shower. the door opened, and a cloud of steam surrounded his body. the light from the lamps on your bedside tables reflected off of the water droplets littered across his bare chest and torso, and the sight did nothing to quell the rapidly increasing ache you'd felt for him since that day at the baby store.

his eyes landed on you, and he gave you a smirk when he noticed how you were ogling him. it was almost pitiful how much that tiny action affected you, but you were whipped — unashamedly so.

"what is on your mind, my love?"

you set your lotion back in the drawer of your end table, giving him a bashful smile as your cheeks began to flush.

"i'm just thinking about how much i loved watching you with avery earlier. deep down, my boyfriend, the thousand-year-old original, is a big ole' softy. it's incredibly sexy."

"hm," elijah hummed, walking over to your side of the bed, "is that so?"

he was now towering over you, his delicious body only inches away from you now. his hand threaded itself into your hair, gripping it slightly as he tilted your head up so he could meet your gaze, and his thumb stroked along your temple.

you gulped in anticipation, your eyes trailing down the prominent muscles of his bare torso until they landed on the towel that was wrapped loosely around his hips, and you wanted nothing more than to yank it off. it was hard to maintain your self-control, especially when your gorgeous, hand-carved boyfriend was standing in front of you with nothing but a towel covering the most intimate parts of him.

"mhm," you nodded. "i know we can't make a baby of our own, but the thought of us trying... it'd be fun, wouldn't it?" your fingers lightly ran over his exposed skin above the towel. your light touch caused goosebumps to form on his skin, and his hand wrapped around your throat as he pulled you up gently to your knees.

"i can't think of anything i'd enjoy more," he breathed, releasing his grip on your locks and placing both hands on your clothed hips. "you certainly know how to get a rise out of me, sweetheart. tempting me with the idea of pumping you full of my cum until your pretty cunt cannot hold any more of me."

you clenched your thighs together, his words having seeped into your veins and down to your core. your clit throbbed, growing sensitive as you pictured elijah claiming your cunt over and over, with his cum leaking out of you and drenching the bed sheets. your panties were slowly dampening, and you craved more of his touch.

elijah felt your muscles tense underneath his touch, and as if he knew your thoughts, his fingers slipped under the skimpy hem of your silk nightgown. they hooked into your panties, his bodily warmth inched closer to the area that craved him the most, and a shiver went up your spine, perking up your nipples as they peaked through the thin material.

"why the hell are you still wearing a towel?" you whispered, your tone reeling him in even further.

"i'm not totally sure. perhaps i should remove it."

"agreed," you smiled, biting your lip as his hand tugged the towel off of his hips, casting it onto the floor. your eyes caught sight of his hardening length. it was already red and visibly angry as it ached for the attention only you could satisfy it with. you salivated at the view, and elijah watched as you became memorized by him. there was no way in hell he would let all of those scorching feelings go to waste.

elijah climbed on top of you as you leaned back onto your elbows, his hands returning to their place under your nightgown to toy with the tiny lace material that covered your cunt. the tips of his fingers brushed over your clothed clit, sending a jolt of energy through you. you tried to grind your hips into his digits, but elijah stopped you, his hand pressing you down against the mattress.

"you know the rules, my darling. i am the one in control. you don't get to feel good unless i say so. is that understood?"

you nodded, his authoritative tone making clear where you stood in this scenario. you loved elijah like this, loved handing your body over to him to use in every way he wished to. your submissive side relished in the control he took over you, and it was as if you lived to please him. like it was your sole purpose, and nothing else mattered.

elijah pushed you flat on your back, your head hitting your pillow as his lips found your neck. he licked a stripe up your pulse point, his fangs poking out momentarily and dragging lightly against your skin. he braced one hand on your neck to keep you in place as his other tugged your panties to the side. he collected some of your slick on his fingers, smoothing it over your bundle of nerves and massaging it in agonizingly slow and torturous circles. you gasped when you felt one of his fangs break through the barrier of your skin ever so slightly, drawing a drop of blood from it. it trailed down your neck a little before elijah lapped it up.

"how is it that every part of you is so sweet? even the blood that courses through your veins is just as candied as your heart. so decadent," he murmured against your skin. he sucked on different parts of your neck and collarbone, marking you up as he continued to tease you with his fingers. he could feel how wet you were as he gathered more of the slick that was oozing out of you. "is all this for me, my love? is this how badly you want me to fuck every drop of my cum into your needy cunt? so pathetic."

his taunting only caused more fluttering inside of you, your walls clenching around nothing as he teased the very tip of his index and middle fingers at your entrance. he brought his fingers up to your lips, shoving them inside your mouth as he ordered you to suck your arousal off of them. you obeyed his command, your tongue lapping at his digits as you relished in the taste of yourself.

when you finished, he drew his fingers back and wrapped his hand around your throat as his free hand lined himself up with your entrance.

"do you want to make me proud?" he asked, his hold on your throat keeping your gaze locked on his.

you nodded in return, but it didn't seem to be the sort of response that elijah wanted from you. his fingers curled around your throat tighter, and he pulled your face closer to his.

"i'll ask again. will you make me proud?"

"yes. i'll do whatever you want. love pleasing you," you replied.

"then you'll lie still for me while i fuck you full?"

"yes. use me to make yourself come. i'll be so good for you," you spoke, eyes pleading for him to do something. all you wanted was for him to use you in any way he saw fit. you didn't care what he did or how he did it. you just needed to feel him.

"good," he said, and that was the only resemblance of a warning you received before you felt his cock slam into you. he buried himself to the hilt, and he was so big inside you that you could see his length poking out from inside you. he traced over the imprint protruding from your abdomen, looking up at you with a proud smirk. "look how wide i stretch out this tight little cunt. how full i stuff you. it is divine."

it was divine. elijah was so deliciously deep inside of you, you'd convinced yourself to believe that you could feel him in your throat. "you fill me up so perfectly, baby. stuff me over and over until i'm a mess for you...until i can't take it anymore. please," you begged. you were trying to rile him up, and you could see that it was working as your eyes locked with his.

"because you asked me so very nicely..." he said, easing himself out to the tip before he rutted into you harshly, "i will give it to you just how you want me to." you squealed at his force. your fingers grasped the sheets that surrounded you as elijah's pace quickened, giving you no time to adjust to his size. his movements were merciless, and with every thrust, it felt like he was knocking the wind out of you.

"i want you to look at us...watch how i fuck you," elijah ordered, his hand around your throat tugging your gaze down to where he was fucking you. but that wasn't the only thing that caught your eye. you kept your sight on your abdomen as you watched his cock slide in and out. the view was so erotic that you felt yourself beginning to clamp around his length already. you brought one of your hands down to toy with your clit in an attempt to help you reach your high.

"want all your come, 'lijah. need to feel you leaking out of me. please, i'm so close."

it hadn't even been five seconds after you begged him to come when elijah pulled out of you suddenly. he knew how close you were. his knowledge of your body and how responsive you were to his touch was something that was definitely not lacking.

you whined at the loss of contact instantly, and before you could blink, elijah had both of your hands pinned above your head with the hand that previously rested on your throat.

"did we not agree that you only come when i say so?"

you nodded pitifully. you knew who was in control. there wasn't even a question. but you were hoping he would let it slide since he was so wrapped up in you imploring him to breed you.

"you should have listened to me, sweetheart. now i am forced to punish you. i surely cannot allow you to get away with misbehaving."

"elijah, please. i'm sorry. i'll behave, i promise. i need you to make me come."

"you should have thought of that before you decided to disobey me," he spoke. he then used his vamp-speed to put you on your knees before him. his hands grabbed hold of your wrists and pulled them behind your back. he left one hand on them, his vice grip making it difficult to release yourself from his grasp — not that you wanted to. with that same hand, he pushed your wrists into the arch of your spine, pushing you as far as you could go. you yearned for the high elijah would grant you by the night's end; that was a no-brainer. but you also wanted yourself to be at his mercy completely, and elijah was acting on those very same desires.

elijah landed a harsh smack on your ass, your flesh stinging as red hues rose to the skin there. he then plunged his cock into your entrance, his free hand ramming your ass against his hips as he fucked you mercilessly.

the only thing you could do in response to his actions was call out his name repeatedly, the volume filling your shared bedroom. your throat was already raw, vocal cords aching as you panted heavily. you bit down on the comforter below you, squeezing your eyes shut as you let elijah teach you your lesson.

"that's it, darling," he said, punctuating his sentence with another slap onto your ass, "take all of me. you adore being punished, don't you? you're such a pathetic little slut for me that you'll let me use you in any way i feel inclined, hm?" he sneered, fucking you further into the mattress.

the pleasure was more than overwhelming, but if he ripped it away from you, you knew that would leave you aching even more. it was too much, but not enough at the same time, and that thought drove you insane. if this was how you went out, you'd die a happy woman. the tears that welled in your eyes began to roll down your cheeks, dampening the duvet in front of you as you shoved your face deeper into it.

elijah's hand gained a grip on your hair as he continued his brutal thrusts, and he yanked you upward. your back was flush against his chest, and his arms wrapped around your middle as he fucked into you harder, still. your hands gripped his biceps, and your nails clawed into them, leaving behind crescent-shaped marks on his skin as you clung to him.

"no running, darling. you're not going anywhere. i'm going to fill you up with my seed, and you're going to be my best girl and take it. isn't that so?"

"shit — yes, baby. i'm your good fucking girl. i'll take it all," you sobbed. your legs felt like jelly, they were trembling beyond control, and if it weren't for elijah's hold on you, you'd be limp.

"i can feel you, my love. gripping my cock like a vice. you spoil me. you'd do anything to come right now, wouldn't you?" he taunted as he felt your walls squeezing him once again. when you nodded furiously, starting to convulse around him a little harder, he tore your high away from you once again, dropping you down onto the bed. you planned on crying out and pleading for him to let you come, but those plans were interrupted when elijah gripped your hips, pulling them back up so he could lap at your cunt. his cock twitched with need as he'd robbed himself of his own release, but he didn't care because he knew how forcefully the waves would crash over both of you when the time came.

"elijah," you gasped in shock, your clit throbbing immensely as his lips wrapped around it. his tongue swirled around it, flicking and toying with it with precise movements. meticulous enough to keep you on the brink of your orgasm, but not quite enough to push you over the edge. your hips subconsciously rolled against his face, and he pulled back. he stood up once more, slapping your clit and pulling another squeal from you before he plunged into you again. this time, he planned on rewarding you — and himself — with his come filling your pussy up.

"you're so beautiful when you turn into a mess for me. i'm so proud of you, sweet girl," he grunted as he rutted into you as hard and deep as he could. his speed was inhumane, vampire tricks coming into play as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"'lijah, i need it so fucking bad, i'll do anything. please let me soak your cock," you cried out.

elijah obeyed, granting you your wish as he pushed his thumb into your puckered hole. you erupted, your walls gripping him so tightly that it made it difficult for him to keep moving. "there we go, sweetheart. make a mess all over me. do your absolute worst," he gritted through his teeth.

he threw his head back as he kept up his unwavering pace, chasing his own orgasm. he brought his free hand down to your clit, rubbing it harshly so he could keep you wrapped tightly around him.

you were beginning to come down, but elijah was still rapidly chasing his high with his unforgiving thrusts. sobbing was an understatement at that point; you were nothing but a weeping puddle as the overstimulation sent you into a frenzy. you were so exhausted that all you could do was lie there and let elijah fuck you to his heart — and cock's — content.

"fill me up, baby. pump me full of your seed. make me your little breeding whore," you encouraged as best as you could manage. you still felt the energy buzzing through your veins with every motion against your clit and thrust against your g-spot.

elijah's past goal of getting you to remain clamped around him seemed to be working because you were fast approaching another earth-shattering orgasm. he felt your walls start to grasp him once more, and finally, his cock twitched, and his seed sprayed the inside of you. you came together, the both of you collapsing onto the bed as you rode out your highs.

elijah began to slowly pull out of you when he noticed the mixture of both of your releases starting to slip out of you. he stroked inside of you slowly, fucking both of your come back into you.

you hissed at the contact, still extremely sensitive as you turned your head, locking eyes with your boyfriend. he looked gorgeous, all fucked out and glowy from the sheen of sweat that laid over his skin. still, that didn't stop you from noticing the slightly worried expression that took over his features.

"what is it?" you questioned, your weak arm reaching up to smooth some hair away from his forehead.

"i know you have said that you are okay with my not being able to procreate, but i just worry that i'm taking your dreams away. i do not wish to be the one that holds you back from the future you have always planned. i love you far too much to do that to you."

your gaze softened, and you shuffled closer to him, your hand finding his chest and resting over his heart.

"my future isn't dependent on having kids. it is, however, dependent on being with you."

elijah's hand rested on top of yours as his eyes searched yours, "you're certain?"

"i am. i promise."

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Challenged | Easy to Expert (3 v5)

Lee Yongbok (Felix) & Lee Minho (Lee Know) - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.1k

Hard Dom!Lee Know/Switch!Felix/Sub!Reader (AFAB)

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Kinda Fluff

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Jealousy, Competition, Swearing, Kissing, Lingerie, Multiple Partners, Some M/M Moments, Oral (M! and F! Receiving), Fingering, Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal Play, Sex Toys - Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex (Bad Idea, Don't Do It), Felix is a Bratty/Reluctant Sub (it's not Non-con, he's just surprised)

Author's Note: -)w(- don't ask, I just let my fingers type

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"Do I get to choose her lingerie?" Minho smirked, trying to tease Felix. He wanted to get some kind of reaction from him, he so easily asked the older man to fuck his girlfriend with him, but he just shrugged.

"If you want. I was going to have her dress like a bunny-"

"That works!" Minho smiled, already thinking stuff over in his head.

"So…are there any ground rules?" The older man asked and Felix looked up from his phone. He was texting you that the plan was on.

"Um. Maybe, we'll talk with her. Are you free tomorrow night?"

"I can be free tonight." He smirked, chewing aggressively on his snack.

"Don't you have practice?" Felix looked up at him, he was supposed to help with the rookies he was choreographing for. He shrugged, popping another piece in his mouth.

"I can move the time."

"Okay."

"Tonight?" You halted your chopping knife, looking down at your phone on the counter. You had it propped up so he could see you on the video call and it looked like he was sitting on a swing at a park.

"Is that okay? I know we agreed on tomorrow but he moved his schedule."

"He's eager." You huffed, putting the knife down entirely. There was no point continuing cooking supper if he was coming over, not for what you were making anyway. You only had enough ingredients for you and your boyfriend.

"Will he be here to eat or come later?"

"I don't think he'll want to eat when he gets here, not with what's planned. I'm meeting him later and we'll eat and then come." He brushed a strand of his blonde hair that fell in his face from the wind.

"Okay."

"Did the bunny set fit?"

"Yeah. I'll be read by when, seven?"

"Perfect. Love you." He brought the phone close to his face and you giggled blowing a kiss to him and you hung up. Guess it was a delivery night.

You adjusted your headband, the tall bunny ears attached made your head feel odd when you moved it. You hoped it didn't fall off. The fluffy end of the bunny tail you attached to the silicone plug tickled your skin. The combined corset and bra was a little too nice, you had tie it up in the back. At first you were going to get the cheap one that was kind of shiny, but Felix told you to take his card and get the nicer leather one. There was a matching thong that went with it, but you got a different pair of panties. They had to be crotchless and allow for your tail plug. Looking in the mirror, you smoothed your hair back and tied it up into a bun. The thigh-high fishnets were a bit difficult to get on since the weave was pretty loose, your toes kept getting caught. You debated getting a pair of high heels to finish the look as well, but decided against it. Sure, it would be sexy, but there was a pretty good chance you would twist your ankle or fall and ruin the mood. You debated putting on some lipstick but decided against it, the red would kind of clash with the mint colored lingerie. You were kind of surprised it came in that color, but it seemed you could either get dark like red, black or navy, or get pastel colors. Luckily, they had Minho's favorite color, you always remembered it since it was a pretty unique pick. At first you didn't think the black choker with Felix's name on it would match, but it didn't look too bad. You jumped a bit in excitement when you heard your boyfriend keying in the code for your door and you waited patiently in your room.

"Hyung wait!" You heard Felix shout and you giggled a bit, hearing another set of steps hurrying down the hall. Your door was already propped open, and he nearly slammed it open all the way. Minho stood there, still in his coat and had his bag on his shoulder, at least he took his shoes off. His bag thumped to the floor and you didn't think his coat had even hit the floor too before you were scooped up in his arms. You knew he was strong, but he did it so easily.

"Hyung!" Felix huffed, coming in himself and grumbled, shoving his friend's stuff to the side. You squealed in delight as he kissed you all over your neck and chest, holding on to his shirt to stabilize yourself. Minho's mouth led from your cleavage up to your chin and before he could capture your lips in his, Felix shouted as deep as he could, "Yah, Lee Minho!" This caught both of your attention and he slowly and carefully let you down and you took a step back, looking down shyly.

"Come here, love." Felix's tone was dark and you shivered, scurrying over to him. Minho scoffed, still smirking.

"She is all dressed up for me, isn't she?"

"Keep in mind, she's my girlfriend." Felix emphasized. He didn't care if Minho was older than him.

"What are the rules, love?" Your boyfriend's tone and gaze softened dramatically for you, but his gaze hardened again when he met Minho's stare.

"One!" You held up a finger, then brought it to your lips, "no kissing here." The older man seemed to pout a bit but acquiesced.

"Two!"

"Listen to me." Felix was sure to get pushback on that from. Sure did. Minho rolled his eyes, scoffing again, then shook his head.

"Why should I?"

"Because-"

"I'm his girlfriend." You crossed your arms and his fiery gaze went to you. The look was dominating, even more so than when Felix got rougher with you. Your cunt clenched and the fluffy white tail shook. He smirked when you shrunk some, your arms falling and you placed them behind your back.

"Third…" You started, almost sheepish under the harsh gaze.

"Only I, me, her boyfriend, gets her ass." Felix emphasized. He knew that one would piss Minho off. He was an ass man in all kinds of ways.

"No." The older man sneered and you took a step back. You weren't scared of it, it was incredibly sexy how he was getting and you were nervous for how it affected you.

"Hyung-"

"No." He reiterated and you felt Felix stiffen next to you. It was easy for him to be dominant with you, you were his cute little girlfriend, plus he never went too hard. Minho was extremely dominant even in non-sexual situations. He could also be terrifying.

"Look, I know she wanted you, but if you don't respect that she's mine-" Felix was cut off when Minho suddenly marched forward and buried his hand into Felix's blonde hair, tugging his head back. You startled and Felix wasn't quite sure what to do, so he just stared at this hyung in shock.

"I get to call the shots, 'Lix. You should have known when you asked me." He whispered into your boyfriend's ear and the younger man shuddered a bit, which made Minho smirk. He ran his tongue over the stud in Felix's ear, sucked on it, then let him go and shoved him back. You stood nervously nearby and Minho crooked his finger for you. Looking at Felix as you went forward, Minho pointed to the floor and you slowly sank down. There was no hesitation in your gaze, nor protest, and the older man smirked, biting his bottom lip. You cast a glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend, the ears of your headband bouncing with the movement. He was standing there, red dusted over his freckled cheeks, his hand over his mouth. You glanced down and he was already hard. You startled when Minho's fingers played with the tag on your choker, humming in derision.

"Strip." Minho ordered and Felix snapped his gaze up to the other man's before he removed his shirt and let his pants fall around his ankles.

"Get the stuff." He motioned his head toward your bed and your boyfriend slowly followed the command and you wondered what was going on in his head. Felix got out the lube bottles you had so he could pick. Minho clicked his tongue and went over to the other guy before he could shut the drawer. He smirked seeing everything you had in there.

"Oh, what's this one?" He chuckled and Felix tossed you a look. Are you okay? You nodded in response to his silent question. You shot it back to him and he exhaled and nodded, his cheeks a bit red again. Minho pulled out the item he was eyeing and your eyes flew open. So did your boyfriend's.

"Good boy?" He tossed the younger man a look and his face got even redder, the color spreading to his ears and neck.

"W-we got the wrong one-" You tried to cover but it didn't work. It was kind of a joke when you grabbed it. He had joked that he wanted to see why it felt so good for you so you got matching ones. The 'good girl' plug had obviously been used so it was in your box instead of the original packaging. Minho fiddled with the box, shooting a look to Felix. You couldn't see what Felix did in response since his back was to you. Suddenly, the elder grabbed the orange bottle of lube and placed it and the box in Felix's hands.

"Put it in." He ordered and you looked back and forth between them.

"W-What?" Felix gasped.

"You heard me." Minho spun him around and shoved him toward the bathroom. You looked at Felix again, but he went, shutting the door. You were a bit shocked, and were snapped out of it when Minho's hand went to your head. You hadn't noticed he had removed his own clothes, leaving just his underwear on. Turning to look up at and over him, you admired his physique. He really did look good and you couldn't help but wonder why he didn't show off more.

"Good bunny," he cooed, stroking under your chin, "You thirsty?" You nodded, a little unsure. His hand went from your chin to grab your jaw, his eyebrow raising. You caught his hint and brought your hands up to remove his boxers. Your nails were painted to match your outfit and he couldn't help but watch the white fluffy ball sticking out behind you. When he stepped out of his final garment, you eyed his cock, shuffling in anticipation. You simply opened your mouth, tongue out and he huffed in amusement.

"What a good bunny." He smirked and took the chance. One hand held the base of his cock and the other found your head and you took a deep breath in through your nose and he groaned as he made you swallow his length. When your nose hit his pelvis, you gagged a bit, he was longer than you were used to. Your mouth was so tight and hot, he wondered what your other holes would feel like. It was clear that you were experienced with sucking cock, even more so with getting your face fucked. Your eyes cast to the side when the bathroom door opened back up, and Minho pulled his cock out just enough so you could breathe.

"It in?" He asked Felix. It seemed there a blush covering more of him than not. His underwear was still on, more likely he put it back on, his cock was still hard and tenting the fabric. He nodded once, glaring at Minho.

"Get over here then," He stroked over your hair, still not moving. Felix shuffled over, looking much like you probably did the first time you moved with a plug in. The one he had to wear was smaller than yours by quite a bit, but it was probably still odd. Minho nodded and your boyfriend sunk to his knees behind you and you couldn't see his expression but heard his grunt.

"Fill her cute little cunt for me, 'Lix." He stroked your chin again, marveling at your swollen lips surrounding his swollen cock. You whimpered a bit, but adjusted your position to allow it. Since you did that, Felix knew you were okay. His breathing a little heavy, trying to get used to the plug he had put in himself. It was a really odd sensation and he was loathe to admit not an unwelcome one. He wondered if it felt the same to you or not. He stared at the white fluff on the end of your plug and rubbed the head of his cock against your folds, simply unbuttoning the front of his boxers. He did not want to take them off, still embarrassed. If he really, really was against it, he could have said it, even though Minho was scary. He didn't want to admit how he really felt. You moaned a bit and the elder huffed a laugh before you moaned louder and harder when Felix filled you with a single thrust. He sighed, brow furrowing, the stimulation from your hot cunt around him as well as the plug in his ass, he was sweating already. Minho scoffed and you nearly yiped when he started to thrust again, your eyes nearly crossing. You hadn't yet done anything like this and it was a lot. Swallowing and taking a cock at the same time as the silicone plug… You were in heaven.

"You thirsty, bunny? Want me to come down your throat?" Smirked and you moaned a yes around him. Felix still hadn't moved, trying to get used to all the stimulation.

"Ah, good bunny." Minho threw his head back, holding your head and you clenched hard around Felix's cock, swallowing the thick cum the other man gave you. He chuckled breathily, pulling out of your mouth and you panted hard, trying to get your air back. You gasped as Felix fell back on his haunches, but he lost his balance and he held you to his chest tighter. His teeth sank into your shoulder, he was trying not to moan himself. Never again was he letting Minho do this with you again. And he was throwing away the 'good boy' plug immediately when he was done. Why does it feel good? He grumbled in his own mind.

"Felix?" You asked, worried, wincing a bit from the bite. His cock was already pulsing like he was close and he hadn't even moved. The way he held you jostled your tail plug, but you were used to the feeling and he wondered how long it took you.

"Clean her face." Minho ordered and Felix sat up more, letting out a little groan, and wiped the rest of the cum from your lips. He shot a glare at Minho who nodded once and he huffed, bringing his thumb to his lips to clean it off. He continued to glare at his friend and you were so distracted by their interaction, you yiped when Felix moved again. He laid flat on his back, adjusting his feet, the pumped his hips up hard into you.

"Fuck~" You wailed and Minho could see your cunt drip all over the other's cock. He was a little annoyed that Felix just doing something small got you so close so fast. Felix needed to compensate for the submissive acts Minho forced him into by fucking his cute little love. You had a hard time holding yourself up as he battered his cock against your cervix, your orgasm approaching quickly, as usual.

"Want me to fill you up, love?" He huffed, more confidence present in his voice between grunts.

"Yes~ Please~!" Your stuttering moans pissed Minho off, and he came forward, snatching you under the arms like a child and hauled you off Felix.

"Ah!" You yelped and Felix snapped, "What the fuck, man?" You were literally tossed onto the bed and Felix got up, moving to shove Minho out of the way. You gasped when the older man grabbed Felix by the jaw, easily holding him in place.

"If you hate having that plug in your ass you better shut up before my cock ends up in your mouth." He sneered at the younger man and you gaped, but noticed an extra drop of precum leak out of the tip of your boyfriend's cock.

"You gonna calm down?" Minho finally asked as Felix swallowed hard, then nodded. He pulled back, rubbing at where he had been held.

"H-hey!" There was no fire behind your protest, and it was kind of late, but you had to work up the courage. Both of them turned to look at you and you cowered under Minho's gaze.

"L-let him be!" You tried to be assertive but it was a little difficult for you normally, let alone in that situation. To show your aggression you ripped the headband off and threw it to the floor.

"Bunny, if he hated it so much he would be fighting back more." Minho cast a smug look over the younger man who glared at him, if only to avoid your gaze.

"It's fine, love." He assured you and you wiggled your nose a bit, much like a bunny.

"Move, cutie." Minho finally turned away Felix and you scooched out of the way so he could climb on the bed, resting his back against the head board. He grabbed your hips and drug you to him, making you kneel before him. Your boyfriend stayed where he was, nervous to do something wrong.

"Breathe, pretty." Minho coached and you did so and he pulled the bunny tail out of you and tossed it to the floor, the lube still dripping of it splattering on the floor. He smirked at the sight and you whimpered under his gaze. Grabbing your shoulders, he manhandled you again, making you straddle him, his legs holding yours open.

"Fucking finally~" He cooed, bringing your slicked up pucker to his cock. You whimpered as he pulled you down on to him, your body shook as he went deeper than you were used to. You made sure to keep your breathing controlled to get used to him and you wondered what he would let Felix do. Your empty cunt was on display and still desperately empty after you were plucked from your boyfriend's grasp and cock.

"Taste her." Minho permitted and Felix exhaled, still kind of hating (but also kind of enjoying) being told what to do…with HIS girlfriend. He climbed onto the bed and Minho wrapped his arms around you, one over your chest and the other around your stomach. It wasn't tight or restricting, he was just hugging you. He smirked over your shoulder as Felix eyed where Minho's cock was inside of you. It irked him to no end. He made the rule that only he got your ass for a very specific reason. Well, at least he knew how to make you cum easy. You keened for his fingers when they pressed at your cunt and he slid three in, quick and hard. Your yelped, trying not to clench around Minho too much, and even though it was just his fingers, the double penetration was overwhelming. Plus, Felix normally started with two fingers. The other man was a little shocked when Felix began to fuck you with practiced motion, wiggling his fingers and pressing hard on your back wall. Your breath was already hitching and your cunt was already leaking. Felix smirked smugly, knowing he still had control over you even if his own was taken over himself.

"Ah~" You mewled when his fingers pressed down on the thin wall of your cunt, Minho's cock sitting inside you past the barrier. Even he grunted a bit at the feeling, and, not wanting to be one-upped, he began to roll his hips up, fucking shallowly into you.

"Fuck!" You gasped and Felix bit his lip, eyes flicking to your face. He smirked and it pissed his friend off, but then he leaned down to your cunt. His thumb brushed over your clit and you knew what was coming."

"W-wait~!" Felix could tell your tone was insincere, you were just overwhelmed. His fingers crooked up, easily finding your spot, and after he sucked hard over your little button, you fell apart. The man behind you grunted at the force of your vice clenching around his cock, but was able to hold back. As you panted, coming down from your high, Felix removed his fingers and habitually brought them to your mouth. You eagerly took his digits between your lips, licking your own release from them.

"Good, love." Having nearly forgotten about the toy inside him, Felix winced when he shifted, but was too determined to really focus on it. Not even looking to the elder for permission, he once again pressed his cock into your cunt, filling you easily. Your head fell back against Minho's shoulder, your breath leaving you as you felt both cocks filling you at once.

"Breathe, love." Felix coached and you did so. Your boyfriend smiled, feeling grounded by the trust you had in him and the love behind your eyes. Minho did nothing, still trying to cope with how much tighter you got when your boyfriend entered you as well. Though they didn't coordinate it on purpose, both of the men pulled their hips back at once and fucked back into you hard. Felix smirked as you fell apart again, your cunt releasing spurts of cum. At that angle, your boyfriend could hit your sweet spot perfect, and the added stimulation of his friend in your ass set you over even more. But to Felix, it was more like Minho was a toy you were using to get off. It was ultimately him who got you to cum. Your hands reached up and gripped Felix's shoulders, he guided your hands further and you dug your mint-colored nails into his back. He hissed when you drug new red welts into his skin over ones there from a few days before. His friend didn't like the chemistry between you two at that moment, so he lifted you up as he pulled back, nearly all the way, then slammed back into you. He chuckled at your near scream and Felix was a little worried about you, but he then realized you were just high on cock, your filter gone. You were babbling then and fell back into Minho's chest, pulling your boyfriend with you. He had to rest his hand on the headrest by the other's head for better leverage and their eyes met. Minho smirked which made the younger sneer. You whimpered as they both fucked you, either on their own would have made you stupid, let alone together. You were sure that you would be bedridden for days after this, but you loved every second of it. When Felix leaned over you more, he opened his eyes and was close to Minho then. He was determined to stay strong and just stared at his hyung. Accepting the challenge, the other's arm left you and he smirked, grabbing Felix's butt over his boxers had refused to take off. His fingers spread more, and found the hard end of the plug through the fabric and pushed into Felix. The sound he let out was still low and deep, but was more of a whine then anything. What shocked him more was that the other man swallowed the sound, his lips sealing over his. You were too fucked out to notice and Minho pulled away, grinning like he just won an Olympic medal. Felix's freckled face was painted bright red, staring in shock at Minho. The smirk was still plastered on his face and he pressed the plug into Felix more.

"Cum." He ordered and you were sure if he was talking to you or your boyfriend, but you both listened. Your cunt clenched around your boyfriend's dick, milking him for every drop. The walls of your ass clenching also sent Minho over the edge and he made sure to fuck his cum as deep into you as he could. The three of you laid in a pile, panting for a good minute.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm throwing it out."

"Why?"

"You damn well know why!"

"But you liked it, right?"

The two continued to bicker as you slept, laying on your stomach with an ice pack resting on your sore little butt.

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drghostwrite · 1 year ago

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Always You pt.2

Pairing: Larissa Weems x wife!reader

Summary: Read pt.1 for some background but basically reader and Larissa are finally married and they want a baby so the steamy shower turns into something more and they later get a very life "shifting" surprise.

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You had packed up your things and started to head out of your office, you quickly stopped though checking your appearance in the mirror. You were teaching in one of the many atriums of the school today, it was in an older part of the school, less travled now. But the levels used to be filled with footsteps and gossip of students, now the levels were overgrown with beutiful vines that hung towards the floor the window on top still intact allowing for golden rays to seep down in and beautiful arrays of colorful flowers reached towards the sunlight. You were teaching on architecture and nature, Life Imitates Art and so this was the best spot, though it was a hike so you opted for some ripped jeans a long-sleeve henley, your curls were pulled up in a loose messy bun and your coordinating headband held the extras in perfect placement, you looked in the mirror approving and left locking your office behind you.

You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket and raised your wrist to see a text from Larissa, Hey I hope you don't mind if I come in a little later, kind of dealing with something.

You quickly replied and then decided that you would just stop by her office, you saw the large doors cracked and slipped inside hearing her voice filtering through the cracked door, when you stepped in your saw three other teachers in the room surrounding her desk and heard Larissa talking to them, before raising her voice and shooing them away with the swipe of her hand. You hated seeing her being made a spectacle like that, dealing with and being criticized for someone else wrong doing it made your heart race and blood boil, you knew she could handle herself and yet it made the gold swirl in your eyes flow stronger. She made eye contact with you and you stepped to the side, watching as the other teachers stormed out of the room in defeat.

You slowly approached her desk setting down at the corner facing her and watching as she massaged her temples, "What is it with some people?"

"What's going on baby?" you said stepping up behind her and massaging the tensed muscles.

"Some of these teachers think that we should be living in fear the old way, and towns people think we should be kept hidden, they're helping each others case while fighting for two different causes."

"I that why we were having a sacrificial coven meeting around your desk?" you chuckled, she let a side smirk slip by.

"So you saw that?"

"Mmhmm."

"Yea, some or the older teachers think that just because I'm newer that they own me and I'll do whatever they say."

"Mm, well tell them to bad. I licked it first so It's already mine." you said whispering into her ear and swiping your tongue over the pulse point of her neck.

She quickly crossed her legs and sat up a little straighter, you knew what you were doing, but you weren’t done yet. You reached up and let your hair down the gorgeous long curls falling over your shoulders, you took your headband off and ran your hands through your hair massaging your scalp, to you it was minor but Larissa loved your hair down, she loved to play with it and when in bed she loved rubbing her hands through it knowing that she’s the one that makes it a perfect mess. You let it fall around both of you and heard her intake a long breath.

“Mmm looks like someone might need a little work out later, looking a little tense there love.”

“Darling I… um….”

“Words baby words.” You said as she turned looking into your hooded eyes your signature smirk on your lips as she looked on wide eyed and gentle. She leaned up kissing you slowly rising from her chair to tower over you, you stood pretty tall for most women but next to Larissa you were shorter. She picked you up sliding you into her desk but you placed a hand on her chest breathing already heavy.

“Not here…Larissa not here.”

“But… it wouldn’t be the first time.” She smirked thinking back.

“Mmmm… I want it to be different I wanna try something new.”

“Wait like…” she gave you a questioning but excited look. You slowly shook your head yes.

“Are we going to try for a baby?”

”Why not, I told you once you out a ring on it and it’s been a year.” You met her eyes filled with excitement and the grin on her perfect red tinted lips.

“In that case.”

it wasn’t long before all her things were packed up and she was practically dragging you to the car and speeding ti get home, and your wife never sped that was your area of expertise. You made it into the door of the house and she quickly pulled you upstairs.

“Larissa hold on love I’ve been working in the old building all day and I need to shower.”

“Darling… please.” She pouted.

You gave her your look rolling your eyes and continued to the master bath, you put a little extra swag in your hips, you knew she couldn’t wait she was to excited. Did you need a shower yes, did you want to shower also yes but the intention was not to do it alone. Larissa stayed in your room warring with herself, she heard the water come on and the door softly thud closed, she waited not two minutes before deciding to join you stripping on her way to the bathroom, slowly closing the door behind her and getting in the shower.

“I knew it wouldn’t take long.”

“Mmm cause you know me so we’ll.” she said placing kisses on your shoulders and neck, she ghosts over your scars running delicate fingers over the ones on your side that ran from you me rubs down to your hip it was a sweet spot for you somewhere that you were always scared of people seeing but to her it was art and she loved reminding you.

“Well I am your wife after all.” She turned you in her arms standing over you but bending down to kiss down the front of you, placing kisses on your lips before she went to your neck and then breasts, then back up. You felt her hands traveling down your body as you explored hers, her fingers wrapped around the back of your thighs and hoisted you up pressing you against the wall.

“Indeed you are…” she smirked down ant you, “and now my beautiful wife is also going to be the mother of my children, because I’m gonna put a baby in you.”

“You sure about that?”

She let out a low laugh her eyes filled with lust, usually it was you who dominated rarely did you see this side of her but tonight was a whole different story. You were excited this was something new for both of you and it excited you to your core, you could feel yourself dripping for her, ready for whatever she was going to do to you. She leaned in close, “are you ready baby?”

You shook your head in response and that’s when you felt it the extra appendage that was never there before, pressed against your belly as she had you lifted and wrapped around her waist against the shower wall, the steam and water enveloping your bodies. You met her eyes knowing how sensitive she was, “are you sure about this?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life, Y/N I wanna get you pregnant, I wanna watch you grow and have our baby, and then raise it together and have a bunch of mini me’s running around.”

You swallowed hard, you weren’t sure you could get any wetter but you just did.

“let’s start with one.” You said kissing her lips.

“see now that I can do.” She said you could feel her sick pressing against you and felt as she too her hand guiding it into you, she gave you both time to adjust before she slowly started moving her hips. You had your head thrown back agains the shower wall her lips leaving marks along you neck and collarbones that you’d have to cover in the morning, her hands gripped onto the back of your thighs before one arms snaked around your back, she thrusted harder and faster pulling moans out of you.

“Oh God… babe, oh god I’m gonna…” you loaned as you got closer to letting loose.

“it’s okay love I’m right here, I got you.” You loaned out again feeling her twitch inside you, you knew she was close. She held you close and got faster the closer you both got.

“God Y/N I wanna put a baby in you.” With that the rubber band snapped she let out one final moan as you gasped feeling the release. Your breathing still labored she let you down, you finished showering and made your way out to the bed, you continued through the night until neither could take anymore.

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three weeks later and you were teaching a magic class, this was on elements and how they aid in your skills whether you can control them or not, you had felt off during the day and so a colleague took your last three lectures and you went home. Larissa caught wind and was by your side as soon as the day was done.

the next morning you were still feeling off and startled Larissa by a jolt in the morning with you running to the bathroom to throw up your guts. You felt better but decided to take the day off as to not risk the students health, Larissa decided she would take a half day and come home in the afternoon. While you were lounging in your downstairs living room you got and idea, quickly running out and picking up some pregnancy tests, you took them before Larissa got home but decided to wait to look until she got there, when you heard the door open you approached her.

“Hey darling how’re you feeling?”

“Better though I did something.”

“and what might that be?”

“I took a pregnancy test.” The room was silent for a moment before she looked down at you.

“Dear god it didn’t work did it?”

“I haven’t looked, I couldn’t do it without you.”

“oh okay.” You both quickly made your way upstairs and into the bathroom, you both hesitated before looking at the tests on the counter, there jn front of you were 3 positive tests, you tuned to Larissa and she pulled you into a hug before placing kisses on your lips.

“we’re going to be moms!” She said excitedly.

“yes, yes we are.” You said tears in your eyes.

#x yn #pregnancy #fluff prompts #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #larissa x you #wednesday

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cillianmesoftlyyy · 11 months ago

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At the Cabaret Pt. 3 | Tommy Shelby x fem!character

Summary: A day at the races goes horribly wrong and Tommy falls through on one of his promises. Lenore pays the ultimate price for the boy from Small Heath, and she did it for love. But did she do it for nothing? Tommy was too late but can he fix what he caused to break?

Warnings: READ THESE!! Graphic description of sexual assault, blood, physical abuse, r*pe, penetration, objectification, degradation, sexism, trauma, injuries. This is a heavy chapter, please please please don't read if any of the warnings are triggering or upsetting. This is the most intense scene of the trilogy. This is not intended to romanticize any of the previously stated elements. You can skip this and still understand.

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Off To The Races- Lana Del Rey 🎶

Where Did You Sleep Last Night- Iridium 🎵

What Was I Made For- Billie Eilish 🎶

Read warnings before continuing!

She dressed in a dark red flapper dress, decorated with tiny fake rubies, black beads, and fringe. She had black gloves and a black studded headband to pair. Lucy helped her get ready, choosing earrings and pinning her hair in place. When she heard the loud honk of an automobile, she rushed to the window and saw Tommy below, looking either way on the pavement as people walked past, mothers clutching their children.

“I’ll be back later this evening.” She grabbed her shawl and a handbag and waved goodbye to Lucy. Tommy stubbed out his cigarette when he saw her come out through the front door. Her flapper style dress ended at her knees, the tassels danced as she moved, like every particle of her being was excited for the day.

“Do you like it?” She asked and twirled for him, fanning out her skirt to show the detail she’d put into the decoration.

“It’s perfect.” He nodded and opened the side door for her and helped her in. The leather seats were cold in the December air and she moved closer to Tommy for warmth. He closed the drivers’ side door and threw the clutch, the engine started with a rattly enthusiasm. She fought the urge to slip her hands across his thighs to warm them. To rest her head upon his shoulder like she would have her brother if he was still alive. Tommy stared straight ahead at the black road splitting the apartment blocks on either side of the road.

“Have you ever been to the races before?” He asked her, glancing over as he drove.

“No, no one’s ever asked me before.” She smiled and smoothed her dress, “I’m looking forward to it.”

“As am I.” He agreed and she watched as his eyes became more narrowed as they left the city, traveling on dirt roads to the tracks outside of Birmingham. Tommy had been interested in horses when he was a boy too. That was another thing about Tommy that never changed.

“Do you have a horse in the race?” She asked.

“Hm? Oh, no, this is strictly for future business ventures. Everyone knows that business gets done at the tracks.” He took out a cigarette from his breast pocket and drove with one hand on the wheel, the other lighting the cigarette.

“Right…” She agreed hesitantly and felt her stomach sink. Why did she have such a bad feeling about the afternoon?

They neared the massive arena where the tracks were located and Tommy hopped out of his seat and ran over to her side before she could open her own door.

“So chivalrous.” She laughed.

“It’ll make up for all the shit I have to do to get us inside.” He grumbled to himself and coaxed her along, a hand held protectively behind her back.

“What are you talking about?” She whispered, walking as quickly as she could in her heels.

“Peaky Blinders aren’t exactly allowed into the main building where Kimber and his men host their get-togethers.” He shrugged and directed her around the side of one building.

“Then why are we trying to get in there, Tommy.” She pulled at his jacket, trying to get him to slow down.

“I think I’ll have to boost you up into the window so you can open the door from the inside.” He talked distractedly to himself.

“Tommy!” She exploded and tore his attention away from the building. “What am I doing here?” She narrowed her eyes and frowned, deeply suspicious now. He looked away and back again. “Please don’t tell me you’re using me for bait or some shit like that, Tommy.”

“Not bait, just a… distraction.” He corrected her.

She scoffed, “this is fucked up, Tommy. You’re leaving me in the asp’s nest while you go do some business?” She tried to shove him but he stood strong, unmoving when she put her hands on him.

“This was part of the deal, Lenore.” Tommy whispered seriously.

“What happened to friendship, Tommy?” She snapped, fearful tears spilling over her eyelashes. “You’re going to let Kimber do whatever he wants with me. That’s why we’re here at the tracks, isn’t it? Because he owns the whole fucking place?” She gasped, realizing his whole plan in an instant. Tommy looked down at his shoes and said nothing, struggling to find words. She tried to brush past him but he held her shoulders and pressed her against the side of the building.

“Nore, I promise that I won’t let anything happen to you. I won’t let it get that far. I’ll get in there to stop him before he does anything to you, ok? I know this is a lot to ask of you but we need a distraction. We’re going to take over the tracks, Lenore. It’s happening today,” his face was inches from her’s, “I need you. I need you to be brave, Nore.” He looked between her eyes and licked his lips, waiting for her to nod.

“Ok.” She finally said and wiped the tears from her cheek. “I’ll expect you to come to more of my shows after this. It’s only fair.” She tried to joke and he smiled.

“Nice try.” He patted her cheek and stepped back. “Alright,” he lowered his hands and made a platform out of them, “come on.”

“Fuck me,” She sighed defeatedly. “Move closer to the window, please.” She directed him against the wall and stepped onto his hands, pushing herself onto the open window ledge. The window was too narrow to swing her leg over so she edged herself over the side slowly.

“Give me a minute,” she gritted her teeth, her breast spilling out of her dress as she prepared herself to fall forward onto the floor.

“Do you need a push?” Tommy asked almost humorously.

“If you touch my ass, I’ll kill you.” She growled and pushed against the inside wall, tumbling over and landing heavily on her side in what looked like a back office. It took her a second to get her breath back before she could stand.

“You ok in there?” Tommy called down below.

“Coming.” She groaned and fiddled with the locked doorknob. She reached above the door frame and found a spare key. She unlocked the door and pulled Tommy inside.

“You could’ve warned me to wear something more flexible.” She gestured to her flapper dress and her askew headband.

“I’ll make sure to do that nextime.” He said too seriously. He straightened her headband and smoothed down her bobbed hair.

“Do I have any runs in my stockings?” She twirled and Tommy trailed his eyes down each leg, carefully examining them for any rips or runs.

“No.” He cleared his throat and fixed his hat over his forehead, casting his eyes into shadow. He walked to the door of the office and peered out, glancing each way to ensure the coast was clear. “Ready?” He asked, reaching out his open hand to her and she took it. “Come on.” He pulled her along and they scurried through the office hallways up to the main building. She couldn’t stop smiling as he directed her through the disordered back hallways, littered with bespeckled men with stacks of gambling papers.

“Excuse us!” She giggled, holding Tommy’s hand tighter and he smiled.

“Up here, hurry!” He called over his shoulder and she followed obediently.

They went through a set of double doors that led out into the normal part of the main building with guests. As the doors swung closed behind them, Tommy draped a hand around her waist and pulled her closer. She switched into character alongside him and allowed him to lead her to the wide room, guarded by two men in the racetrack’s uniform. Tommy greeted the men and gave them a false name. “Theodore Whiting.” He put his free hand in his pocket, showing off his gold watch and the men nodded.

“And the lady, sir?” One man asked.

“She’s Lady Lenore of Birmingham. Haven’t you heard of her?” He asked accusingly and she smiled flirtatiously.

“Maybe I just look different with all my clothes on, eh boys?” She laughed and the men blushed.

“Excuse me, please go in.”

“Thank you.” She smiled and followed Tommy inside. He looked around for Kimber and spotted him at a large table on the opposite side of the room. He was smoking a cigar and talking to his lawyer/accountant, Lenore still wasn’t sure which. He was wearing a pinstripe suit with a red pocket square stuffed into his breast pocket. His greasy graying hair stuck to his head like a second skin.

“What am I supposed to do, Tommy?” She asked him quietly. “This isn’t the Cabaret.”

He looked down at her and gestured to the dance floor.

“Do you dance?” He asked.

“Only if I’m asked properly, Tommy.” She crossed her arms over her chest. He rolled his blue eyes and sighed.

“Lenore Panning, will you dance with me?” He asked slowly, trying to conceal the smile she prompted from him.

“Yes.” She placed one hand on his shoulder and took his hand in the other. He wrapped his arm around her waist, keeping a box of space between them. He led her into a version of the foxtrot that involved more hopping than stepping. She followed his lead, mimicking his smiles and moments of seriousness.

“I’m going to move us over towards Kimber’s table. I want you to smile and laugh like you’re in love with me, Nore.” He moved them across the dancefloor and she did as she was told, laughing and smiling at imaginary things he was saying to her.

“Tommy Shelby!” Kimber called when he saw them dancing near their table. Tommy turned and smiled neatly, his teeth tucked behind his lips. Kimber stood and pointed at Lenore with a raised eyebrow.

“How’d you get Lady Lenore of Birmingham to come out with you, Shelby?” His voice was friendly and jovial but she knew he was angry.

“I asked and she said yes. Would you like a turn with her?” He stepped back, directing Kimber to take over. Kimber laughed and stubbed out his cigar.

“I’ll tell you what, Shelby. I’ll have a few dances with the girl while you tell my men exactly what you’re doing here. Deal?”

Tommy nodded, “Great.” He went to sit beside the men at the table and pulled out a cigarette. Kimber took her hand roughly and led her to the dance floor.

“What the fuck are doing here with a fucking Shelby, eh?” He sneered down at her and she tensed against his hands.

“Gee, Mr. Kimber, I just went because he asked me.” She shrugged and pouted. His grip on her waist and her had prevented her from shaking too noticeably.

“So you’d do anything to get here, eh? If I knew you were that desperate to go to the races, I’d have fucked you myself.” His words were frightening and his grip tightened, she suppressed a pained squeal.

“Please, Mr. Kimer, you’re hurting me.” She pleaded beneath her breath, allowing her character’s strength to slip.

“Oh, shut up. You knew what you were doing with that dance the other night. You don’t get to take from me without paying me back.” He took both of her hands and pulled her deeper into the crowd of dancers.

“What are you doing? Didn’t you want to dance?”

“I want to get you away from that fucking gypsy Blinder. He should know what’s mine.” He snarled and pulled her through the crowd on the opposite side of the dance floor, towards the door leading out of the large room. She looked back and spotted Tommy speaking discreetly with the attorney. Tommy looked threatening and stoic beneath the hateful gaze of Kimber’s men lining the opposite side of the table. She tried to yell out for Tommy but Kimber yanked her off balance and pulled her through the door into an empty sitting room. He pointed at the man standing outside the door, “don’t let anyone in here or I’ll fucking shoot your cock off, ok?”

He slammed the door closed and locked it, his greasy hair flopped over like a bad toupee. She shivered and her stomach clenched in fearful anticipation. He took her arm again and dragged her into a second room, the men’s bathroom. The lights were off and only the light from the window lit the room.

“What are you doing?” She cried out as he threw her down on the cold white tile. She bruised her elbow on the hard surface and yelped in pain.

“You’re just a fucking whore. I’m tired of niceties. You should have given this to me the other night but you didn’t. Now do what you’re paid for and lie fucking still!” He yelled at her. She backed herself up against the wall and he pulled her back to the floor by her hair. She kicked at him, hitting his crotch. He dropped her and groaned.

“You’re a fucking horrible whore.” He growled darkly, blocking the door to leave.

“That’s because I’m not a fucking whore, Kimber!” She screamed.

“Well now you are.” He taunted and locked the bathroom door behind him. She rushed him and he punched her hard on her right cheekbone. She fell on the floor and cradled her cheek. He took the opportunity to hold her down, sitting on her stomach and undid his belt. Argrily he threw off his jacket that was restricting him and tried to undo his belt again. He kicked her legs hopelessly, tears streaming down her face, scarring her cheeks with kohl. She grabbed his arms.

“Please don’t do this! I don’t want to!” She tried to push him but everytime she started to sit up, he forced her head down hard against the tile.

“Good whores don’t talk.” He spat on her face and she wiped it away distractedly, unable to process what was happening. He pulled up her dress and ripped down her underwear.

“Tommy!” She tried to scream but he clamped a hand over her mouth, holding her head against the ground.

“You’re his little fucking pet, aren’t you?” He spat, “full of surprises aren’t we? Well, I’ll be done with you soon enough.” He took out his penis and rubbed it aggressively trying to come to an erection. She almost laughed at how small he was and how hard it was for him to get it up. It was all too much to process and her brain started to shut down.

…

Tommy laid it all out for Kimber’s men at the table. He explained to them that his men were currently unarming the men who terrorized the working-class men in the bathrooms for money and gambling cards, the men that Kimber couldn’t run out of his business because they were protected by a local Italian group. His offer was simple and straightforward. The Peaky Blinders would protect the track and Kimber’s patrons for a large, undisclosed, amount of money. The attorney was interested and asked to see how much money Tommy was talking about. Tommy told him and Kimber’s men all chuckled.

“You really think we’re going to pay that?” The attorney asked.

“Yes, I do because if you don’t then those goons are going to come back and scare away your largest percentage of clientele. You’ll go more bankrupt than you already are and close. That suit’s looking a little threadbare.” He argued.

“It's Kimber’s decision.” The attorney said finally and they all looked for him in the crowd. Tommy stood, carefully scanning the room for any sight of Lenore.

“Where are they?” He asked the attorney who shook his head.

“I don’t-”

“Where the fuck are they? You better tell me now or the whole fucking deal is off. I’ll take my men and go.” He grabbed the attorney by the lapels, spit flying around them. The attorney started shaking.

“I- I don’t know!”

Tommy dropped him back in his seat and raced through the crowd of people. “Lenore!” He called again and again as the band continued to play. He ran to the entrance and shouted at the men in their uniforms, “did the woman who came in with me leave this way?” They shook their heads.

“No, sir.” They responded and Tommy nodded.

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, FUCK. Tommy thought as he raced to the back wall where there was a door. He tried to get past the man guarding it but he pushed him away.

“Are they in there?” He shouted. The man didn’t respond and kept his eyes on the distant wall. “I said are they in there, you fucking bastard!” He shouted at the man’s face and pushed him up against the wall with all of his force. The man sputtered and struggled against Tommy’s weight. “You don’t like this do you, eh? Imagine how that girl feels in there, sick bastard!” He growled and slashed the man with his cap, blood seeping out of the man’s face where he had been sliced. He fell to the ground and crawled away.

Shouting erupted at the front and Tommy turned. He saw Arthur and John force their way into the room, followed by a small army of Tommy’s Romani kin. “Watch them!” Tommy pulled a gun and directed it at Kimber’s men. “Everyone else, OUT NOW!” He yelled and shot a bullet into the ceiling, silencing the band and dancers who rushed out. He tried the door but it was locked so he kicked it repeatedly with his thick boot heel.

“Lenore!” He shouted with each kick. He took a few steps away from the door and slammed his shoulder into the lock, splintering it away from the wall. He pushed the door open and looked around the room. There were two doors leading into bathrooms. The door to the men’s bathroom was closed and he could hear muffled screams escape from under the crack in the door.

“Lenore!” She yelled again and pounded on the door. He could hear squeaks and cries from the other side and tried to break down the door.

…

With one hand on her face and the other one to guide him inside her, he assaulted her. It disgusted to hear him get-off inside her as she was forced to lie still against the ground. She felt herself floating outside of her body, she imagined it was her character that Kimber was assaulting, not her, but it didn’t stop the disgust and nausea that pushed itself through her subconsciousness. She heard loud noises outside and yelling, then a gunshot and Kimber stopped for a second.

“It sounds like your little boyfriend found out where you are.” He laughed and moved his hips faster, his pathetic excuse for a penis probing her like a dull needle. She sobbed and gagged on the stifling situation that choked her. “Almost there.” He laughed and grunted loudly. She looked up at the ceiling and tried to scream for Tommy but the hand against her mouth silenced her. “I’m gonna finish inside you, doll. I bet Tommy’ll like that, eh?”

She started fully screaming, pleading to be knocked unconscious so she didn’t have to hear him or feel him anymore. She felt disgusting and gagged against his hand.

“Oh it wasn’t that bad, was it?” He mocked her and pulled out. When he shoved himself back into his pants he grabbed her chin and squeezed her jaw painfully.

“You’re not so special now, are you?” He ripped away from her and buckled his pants. The door to the bathroom shook violently and Kimber stood above her, a disturbing grin on his face.

“Tommy!” She screamed weaky and Kimber kicked her hard in the cunt and she screamed in pain. She was pretty sure that she was bleeding now and sure enough, when she dragged a finger up her thigh, blood coated her fingertip.

“Lenore!” Tommy screamed from the outside and the door shook again.

“She’s alright, Shelby! I just took what was rightfully mine, nothing more. You can have what’s left.” He bent over her again and clutched her throat in his hand, her face turned pink. “You enjoyed it didn’t you, doll?” He sneered and she cried.

“You hurt me.” Was all she could say and he laughed.

“Awww, did I now? Too fucking bad, whore.” He slapped her hard and she whimpered weakly, beginning to lose consciousness. The door flew open and Tommy raised his pistol at Kimber. Kimber stumbled backwards against the wall, hands raised at the level of his chest.

“Now, now, Tommy. Don’t do something stupid.” He warned.

Tommy nodded, “alright,” and shot Kimber in the head. Kimber’s body fell back against the wall and slumped slowly to the floor. Blood spattered across the room on Lenore’s face and she crawled backwards away from Kimber’s bloody body, trailing a small stream of her own blood until she reached one of the sinks and held onto the porcelain lip. She hyperventilated and sobbed, shaking so bad that she couldn’t hold the sink without her fingers losing their grip. Tommy dropped to his knees and cupped Lenore’s face in her hands. Seeing his face, she finally remembered her anger.

“You promised, Tommy! You promised!” She screamed and hit his chest with her closed fits. He took it and nodded.

“I know, I know. I never meant for this to happen. I didn’t imagine that he would do something quite like this…”

“What? Something so fucking violent? It’s rape, Tommy. How else could it be?” She struck his chest weakly and sobbed. Tommy looked over at the trail of blood and clenched his jaw. His hands slacked and went to her underarms.

“I’m going to pick you up, ok?” He pulled her out from underneath the sink and scooped her up. Her crotch sent shocks of pain up her spin and she gritted her teeth. “It’ll be ok, Nore.” He said, his own voice wavered slightly at the sight of her pain. He carried her out to the main room. Arthur and John looked over concerned.

“John, get her to the car. Wait for me there. We need to take her to the hospital.” He handed Lenore off to John who carried her out and down the stairs to where their car waited in a lot. Tommy turned the table of Kimber’s men and sniffed. “Deal’s off. I own this place now. If you have a problem with that, speak to my fucking lawyer.” He shouted at them and spun on his heels.

“You heard the man!” Arthur bellowed at Kimber’s men as Tommy left and ran down the stairs to the car. Lenore was laid out flat on the backseat with John behind the wheel. Tommy climbed into the backseat and picked her head up and rested it on his lap.

“Go, John! Now!” He took her hand and ran his thumb over the joint of her thumb. “What did he fucking do to you?” He whispered, not expecting her to hear him. The bruise spreading on her face turned a ruddy purple color.

“He punched me, Tommy, and then he raped me, and then he kicked me when I called for you. He kicked me so hard…” She sobbed and he gasped quietly.

“You mean he kicked you…” His hand moved slowly to her crotch and slipped below the skirt. He saw the continuous stream of blood on her thigh and understood. Kimber had ripped her underwear completely off so she bled freely on the seats in Tommy’s car as they rushed to the hospital. He smoothed down the hair on her forehead and wiped the tears from her face. She reached up and took his hand from her face and held it tightly.

“I hate you, Thomas Shelby.” She whispered seriously and he nodded.

“I know, Nore. I know.” He whispered back. “Drive, John!” He yelled and slapped the front seat aggressively.

“Fuck! I’m driving as fast as I can!” John yelled back and weaved through the oncoming traffic. Lenore whimpered in pain and started to lose consciousness, finding that as she slipped away, the pain became less and less noticeable. They neared the hospital and Tommy picked her up once again, cradling her in his arms. John stopped by the front doors and Tommy ran up the steps as she swung weakly between his arms. He kicked open the doors and shouted at the nurse behind the counter.

“She’s bleeding heavily. You need to take her back now!”

A stretcher was brought and Tommy put her gently down, curled up on her side.

“Tommy.” She whispered, reaching out her gloved hands, stained with blood. “I’m here.” He walked alongside the stretcher as it rolled through the double doors.

“What happened?” The head nurse asked Tommy as they approached a triage room.

“She was raped and beaten. I found her after it happened but she told me he kicked her between her fucking legs and she’s still bleeding.” He couldn’t keep the anger from his voice as he recounted what had happened to her.

“What is her name?” A second nurse jotted it down on a clipboard. “And what is your relationship to her?” She nodded to Lenore who shivered on the stretcher beneath the bright fluorescent hospital lighting.

“She’s my fiance.” Tommy said without hesitation and held his hand on the crown of her head.

The nurse nodded uncomfortably and rushed away to fetch a doctor. The head nurse pulled large curtains closed around them for privacy as they began to inspect her.

“Sir, you’ll need to leave for this. It isn’t proper to have you here while we do this.” She directed him to sit outside the curtain.

“I have to be with her. You’ll let me stay.” He said unkindly.

The nurse frowned and shook her head, “these young people.”

They lifted Lenore’s dress and put her legs in stirrups as if she was giving birth. Tommy stood by her shoulder and took off his hat, stuffing it in his pocket. His blue eyes stared intently at her face as they looked between her legs. The doctor stepped in behind the screen and took a seat on the stool between her legs. He looked at Tommy and his eyes widened.

“Mr. Shelby.” He nodded at Tommy and Tommy nodded back. “Give her something for the pain.” The doctor directed a nurse and went back to inspecting Lenore. It was a small rip in the skin around her vagina, magnified by the extreme bruising around the bone and soft layer of fat. A nurse wiped up the blood while the doctor quickly gave her a few stitches. He checked her further to ensure that there wasn't more physical damage and then moved to her face where her bruising was bad beneath her eye. Lenore cringed away from his touch.

“It's ok, I’m just checking that you don’t have any broken bones.” The doctor soothed her and nodded at Tommy.

“Mr. Shelby, may I have a word with you outside?” He asked beneath his breath and Tommy clenched his jaw. He looked over at the nurse.

“Stay with her, please.” He asked and followed the doctor outside the curtain. The doctor talked with a low voice, his eyes flicked back to the curtain as he spoke.

“Mr. Shelby, I understand that this act was done by another man. Is that correct?”

“Yes.” He put his hands on his hips as he waited for the doctor to get to his point.

“If the man penetrated her, there’s a chance that his semen entered her at some point during the assault. I’m afraid that there’s nothing I can do if that is the case. I cleaned her as best as I could but if he finished inside her…”

“I understand.” Tommy swallowed, unnerved by the direction of the conversation.

“Should she become pregnant… I can offer my services to you.” He lowered his voice and handed Tommy a card. Tommy nodded and tucked it into his breast pocket, looking away from the doctor and clearing his throat.

The nurses had cleaned her completely by the time Tommy entered the tent again. He sat in the rickety chair by the bed and petted Lenore’s hair with his thumb. She had fallen asleep with the medication and the nurses straightened her clothes and pulled the blankets up to her chest.

“She can be discharged once she wakes up, Mr. Shelby.” A nurse whispered and left Tommy alone. He rubbed his eyes, trying to disperse the bands of stress behind his eyes.

He thought back to his best friend, James, and how he died. They were kickers together, digging tunnels beneath enemy lines to plant explosives or intercept opposite forces. It was quiet in the tunnel before an explosion shocked the men crammed in the small subterranean hole. Germans spilled out of the exploded hole in the tunnel’s side. Tommy struggled with a man until he could stab him with his trenching tool. There were so many Germans that the boys couldn’t handle them all. One German, armed with a bayonet end, stabbed James repeatedly through his chest. Tommy had grabbed the German by the shoulder and thrown him off James and stabbed him in the neck, watching as blood sprayed from a severed artery. He turned back to James who coughed and choked on his own blood. The screams of both British and German men died down around Tommy as he held James in his dirty arms. James sputtered, unable to say anything, and for the first time since the war started, Tommy cried. James died in his arms and once the last German had been killed, the men buried James in a shallow grave inside the tunnel, taking his dog tag with them as they continued with the tunnel. Tommy had never been the same since that.

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End of part 3

#peaky blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #peaky blinder fanfic #cabaret #burlesque #cillian fanfic #cillian murphy fanfiction #young cillian murphy #dark!cillian #multi chap fic #cillian murphy x reader

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yoonzinuhh · 1 year ago

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the sunshine kiss — seokmin

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : reader x seokmin

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : pure fluff

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : nothing much. just few curse words and obviously a kiss.

𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : this is purely fiction. i was suppose to post this on saturday but man MELTED writing this and couldn’t wait at all ! hope you guys enjoy this.

“i’m going to murder you” you sigh out on phone to your best friend,aira.

“trust me,i will make up ! ice cream ? lunch at your favourite cafe ? BABE WHATEVER YOU NEED” she practically screams in panic from the other side.

“i’m never helping you with mingyu again” you cry out cutting the call and texting with a “i’ll talk later everyone’s already here”

here you are,standing in a wide ass amusement park as a part of your college fun trip,without your bestfriend. your eyes wanders seeing everyone pair up as two. sighing you already had thoughts of leaving this place,if it was as easy.

you weren’t friendless,to be honest you were pretty popular. being the top student that wear hoodie every single day,too tired but helping classmates with their works. but you were just little too reserved and only spent time with your best friend,who’s very much unlike you. loud,happy,socialising,oh dear EVERYTHING you were’t. you often wonder how she even stays with you but thanks to her else you might’ve been rotting in the last bench on your classroom all day.

“you have none to pair up with” a little loud voice peeps beside you. you turn up seeing seokmin,the class sunshine. he was pretty much like aira but more brighter. you always wonder how someone could be as energetic at 8am in the morning,greeting literally everyone in the hall way. all eyes on him and he was pretty handsome too,with a good personality. its like he’s the other polar side of you. no wonder everyone loves talking to him.

“uh yeah..” you whisper out. you both aren’t friends,or enemies. just two people from the same class that exchange notes for group activities. nothing more,nothing less.

“do you want me to pair up with you ? i don’t have anyone either” you know it’s a lie. literally any girl or even guys from your class would throw themselves onto him.

pointing your finger to yourself,with eyebrows little raised “me?” you mouthed little confused.

“yeah..if you’re comfortable though.”

you simple nod walking with him to the ride. he talks,talks and talks. you were practically tired on his behalf of how much he talks. you don’t really complain. enjoying few small rides with his wide smile like a little child,oh love.

grabbing your hands he runs towards the roller coaster,your cheeks getting warmer,you aren’t sure if its because of the summer or him.

seated on the ride he raises his eyebrows “if you’re scared then just hold my hand. i don’t mind”

you chuckle as a response “sure sure”

oh how the tables have turned. he screams like no tomorrow,making your ears ring,his head leaning onto your shoulder,hands tightly gripping you while the ride goes fast. you smile to yourself seeing him scream like a child over a mere roller coaster ride.

as you both get away from the ride. “are you okay? seems like we switched positions” you giggle.

he was embarrassed but slid it with a “i was trying to give you a company you know..so you won’t be embarrassed to be scared” he says scratching his back neck.

you both slide into the photobook arena. trying on silly headbands,seokmin making you laugh little more with his silly jokes. he helps you wear one of those bands that you were struggling with,his eyes focused on your forehead,hands on your cheeks. you were technically burning over how close he was. you were sinking in him.

“PERFECT” he shouts enough for you to snap back. giggling and taking pictures “i’m going to treasure these” he simple blurts. oh.

it was almost 6pm. you were tired from all the rides unlike the man beside you,running around,trying things. it doesn’t annoy you,you makes you happier to be honest.

“seokmin…i’m so tired” you say resting your hands on your knees while you both sit on a bench. he takes his hand,putting your head on his shoulder’s side. “rest up. one last ride on the giant wheel then we leave miss ma’am”

you’re so amused on how calm he was while stirring up butterflies in your stomach. casually staying close,calling you pretty when your hair is stuck up with all the rides,fixing it,now making you rest on his shoulder. oh he has no idea. or maybe he does. or maybe because he’s so in love with y/n from his literature class for the past 2 years. or because his best friend literally forced him to make a move before he loses you. he’s as or even more whipped.

you both sit down on the seat on the giant wheel. it slowly starts moving up. eyes peeking out,seeing the lights of the park and the city. you smile so wide. maybe this time you were the child. “so pretty..” you almost whisper.

“right..so pretty..” he agrees. he knows he isn’t talking about the sky view,but the view infront of him.

you pull out your phone to take a picture of the lights,the pretty moon. moving your eyes to seokmin who was already staring at you and suddenly looking away. you were scared,scared that you would fall more. no way someone like him could ever fall for you. the sun would never peek up at the night darkness,will it ?

“can you click a picture of me”” he simply says. you nod while pointing your camera on him.

seeing him through your lens. he was too pretty under the moon light. brown hair falling little above his eyes,his perfectly angled with protractor god know how many degree nose,his eyes forming a crescent while he poses. you were gone.

“a-are these fine?” showing your phone,your head bumps when you both bend a little.

“ow- im sorry”

he chuckles staring into your eyes.

“y/n” you look up

“c-can i..can i kiss you?”

oh fuck. your eyebrows perk up,throat getting dry,you swear the whole town could hear your heart thumping so loud. you stare.

“i’m sorry if i made you u-uncomfortable” you see this man,with confidence plastered around his face stammering.

“n-no no” you almost shout’ “i mean no you aren’t making me uncomfortable and oh my- yes..you can kiss me” you look down at your feet,so nervous.

he slowly takes your chin on his hand,staring at you like you’re his whole world,getting closer. your noses bump.

he panickingly chuckles “sorry this is my first time”

you smile “its okay..mine too”

as he connects his soft lips on yours. it was very tender,like the clouds above your head. you start moving your lips and you realise all those books weren’t joking about how good kissing feels. he caresses your cheek while your hands rest on his knees. pulling out to breath he chuckles a “wow..” and kisses you once again,more softer,more lighter and ends it with a peck.

“t-that was so amazing” he breathes out.

you nod shyly avoiding all the ways to make an eye contact. you were a blushing mess and you know he could see that.

“i think i like you” you blurt and immediately putting your hands over your mouth after realising what you just said.

“you’re joking” he says.

you’re dead you think to yourself. maybe he kissed for the moment,just because of nothing. maybe he doesn’t like you back. maybe he thinks you’re weird for liking someone over a kiss. oh GOD.

“you think i spent practising every single day for two years on how to ask you out just for you to say you like me in a split second ? so unfair !”

you stared in disbelief “two years ?!”

“uh yeah..” he shyly said.

you sighed,laughed,relieved.

“so..we’re a thing now..?”

you giggle at him,how red his ears are.

“i think?”

the ride ends,he helping you get out of the seat and hugging a small hug as you get into your bus. maybe you have to thank your bestfriend for falling sick this time. maybe the sun does peek out during the night sky,for the morning.

#seventeen #svt imagines #svt fluff #svt x reader #svt fanfic #dk #svt dk #svt dk x reader #dk x y/n #dk x reader #svt seokmin #seokmin x reader #seokmin imagines #dokyeom #dokyeom x reader #dokyeom fluff #dk fluff #seokmin fluff

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dawneternal · 8 months ago

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Part 3

⊹ Gwyn x Azriel modern college AU

⊹ Notes: sorry if this one is a lil predictable <3

⊹ Warnings: sexual harassment, unwanted kiss attempt, panic attack

⊹ Word Count: 4k

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Gwyn leaned in close to the vanity, swiping away lip gloss that had smudged outside of her lip line. Murmurs drifted up the stairs as Feyre and Nesta greeted the first guests. Elain’s muffled giggles sounded from the other side of the wall, followed by Lucien’s deeper laugh. Gwyn huffed a deep breath and stood back to examine her final look.

Dark, glittery eyes looked back at her, sleek ponytail swinging as she moved her head. She’d chosen a cropped, long sleeve shirt in a shade of blue that matched her eyes, a black mini skirt, black tights, and shiny platform boots. Even if she wasn’t thrilled about attending this party, she could still look cute. Nesta and Emerie had dressed up too, and she wouldn’t want to look out of place. Though she did have a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt waiting in her backpack.

She waited until Nesta had started her playlist to go downstairs, eager for the buffer of music. At least a dozen people were already scattered through the living room and kitchen, sunset colors painting the scene through the windows. Elain’s perfectly arranged snacks lined the kitchen table, charcuterie boards and plates of cookies, labeled with her pretty handwriting. As well as a little cardboard sign that read ‘use a coaster or else’ in perfect cursive. The middle sister had not made an appearance yet, still canoodling in her room with her fiance.

Gwyn continued wandering, trying not to stay in one place for too long lest someone take it as an invitation to approach. But then Emerie appeared in the growing crowd, grinning wide, pulling golden-haired Mor behind her. Gwyn smiled, her shoulders releasing a little tension as her friend rushed towards her.

“You came!” Emerie gave her a tight squeeze, “I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks!” Gwyn took in her roommate’s outfit, a tight black dress with cutouts on the waist and absurdly high heels. Her curls were pushed back with a headband, baby hairs delicately curled and gelled around her hairline. “You look hot!”

“So do you,” Emerie waggled her eyebrows, “Catch you later, okay? Mor wants to say hi to Rhys. Text me if you need anything.”

Mor gave Gwyn a wave as they disappeared. Gwyn watched them weave through the other party goers towards the black-haired man towering above the others. A smile broke through his solemn expression as he saw his cousin. Feyre’s boyfriend. He seemed nice enough, courteous, but she didn’t know him well. She realized for the first time that his presence meant his brother would likely be here, too.

Turning in a circle, she searched the faces around her and found Cassian leaning over a smirking Nesta, smoldering and probably whispering something inappropriate. She kept looking, but she didn’t see the third of the trio yet. Maybe he wasn’t coming. Or Nesta had conveniently forgotten to mention that he was invited. Typical.

Gwyn grabbed a cider from the cooler and made her way outside, hoping no one else was out there yet. Two guys sat talking by an unlit fire pit but they didn’t even look up as she found a chair on the opposite side of the porch. It was chilly, almost unpleasantly so, but she would rather be out here than inside waiting and wondering and overthinking every interaction. What did people do at parties? Nesta would surely scold her for staying out here so long, scrolling on her phone and responding to messages.

When she dared to go back inside, after the sky had dimmed to a grey-blue, the party was in full swing. Loud, weed-scented, alcohol-soaked. She’d sit by Emerie if she could find her, but she was probably dancing with Mor. Emerie didn’t get to see her girlfriend often and Gwyn wanted to give her a chance to hang out without her anxiety-induced clinging. Nesta was nowhere to be found. Gwyn pulled out her phone and shot Nesta a text.

Where r u? I need a buffer :(

She pushed around a laughing group in the hallway and into the living room. It was at least a little quieter here, the dancing seemingly contained in the dining room. A few groups lounged on the couches, limbs tangled together as they all sat half on top of each other. Gwyn’s heart lept in her throat as she caught sight of Azriel and Rhyand sat with a group around the coffee table, some card game in process between them all. At least a game would give her something to do until Nesta returned her text. She glanced down at her phone, but there was still nothing new.

“Hey,” Gwyn smiled at the group, “Can I sit?”

Azriel blinked up at her in surprise for a moment before a grin spread across his face. It was the first time Gwyn had seen him anything but oversized sweaters. He wore a tight black t-shirt, revealing more tattoos, and jeans. And the same beat up boots with charms dangling from the shoelaces. His curls were messy, asymmetrical earrings swinging as he tilted his head. He gestured to the empty spot between him and Rhys and she noticed his nails were painted black.

“I didn’t think this would really be your scene,” He said as she sat beside him, pulling off her boots to sit more comfortably.

“It’s really not,” She admitted, keeping her eyes on her lap, “But Nesta insisted.”

“Haven’t seen her around in a while,” He chuckled, turning his gaze back to his hand of cards.

Gwyn’s stomach churned as Rhys accepted the blunt offered to him from the guy sitting next to him. She glanced at Azriel from the corner of her eye, searching for any signs of reddened eyes. It was one of her least favorite things to be the only sober one in a group. She’d left her half-finished cider in the kitchen and had no interest in finishing it. But Azriel caught her gaze and shook his head just slightly and smiled, reassuring that he was sober, too.

She relaxed a little, then, and let them explain the card game to her. She watched them play and actually found herself laughing and adding a quip here and there. Their group didn’t seem too obnoxious, they were friendly but didn’t tease her or force her to talk. She memorized their names in case she found herself in a similar position - Ameren, Tarquin, Varian, Thesan, Viviane, Kallias.

If it was like this every time, maybe she’d say yes to one of Nesta’s parties again. Tucked between Azriel and Rhysand, her back to the wall, it wasn’t so bad. Though she still checked her phone for a text from Nesta, and still found nothing.

“I need a break,” Azriel said when the round had ended, stretching his arms above his head. Gwyn tried to keep her gaze from gravitating toward his flexing muscles. So that’s what hid beneath those sweaters. “And a snack.”

The group agreed, standing and stretching their legs. Gwyn stayed seated. She’d found her safe spot and didn’t want to venture from it.

“Want anything?” He asked, eyes shimmering as he took in the redhead curled up on the floor. She’d let her hair down, falling in smooth waves over her shoulders.

“Just water, please,” She smiled up at him through mascara coated lashes and he decided to take a breath of cold air outside before returning to the living room. Rhysand smirked, but neither of them noticed.

Gwyn pulled out her phone as her new acquaintances meandered away. So far, she was feeling a little bit proud of herself. She had managed not to cling to Emerie, had potential targets for new friends, and hadn’t panicked yet. She still planned on chewing Nesta out for disappearing on her. Their agreement was that Nesta would hang out with Cassian until he had to leave, and then she’d stick by Gwyn’s side for the rest of the night. Supposedly, he’d only been able to stay for an hour. But it was far past that, now.

A flash of color pulled Gwyn’s attention from her phone screen and she found herself staring at Connor, who grinned at her and swayed on his feet.

“Berdara!” He slurred, as if they were the best of friends. Gwyn gave him a tight lipped smile and turned back to her phone. But Connor stumbled to the ground next to her and tossed an arm around her shoulders. She tried to shrug it off and back away, but his grip was firm.

“It’s so lucky you’re here,” He smiled in a way that made her skin crawl, his breath reeking of alcohol. “Because I was just thinking about that stuff you wrote. Again.”

Not good. Gwyn shoved off his arm and grabbed her shoes.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” She muttered, quieter than she’d wanted to be.

“Oh come on,” He laughed, arms reaching toward her again. One hand landed on her thigh. “Don’t you want to act it out with me? I know that’s why you really sent it. There’s no way it was a mistake.”

So this is what he’d had in mind. He thought she’d been flirting by sending that email and entirely ignored her clarification that it was an accident.

“You’re delusional,” She tried to shove him off again, her phone tumbling to the floor. But he only laughed. And then he was leaning toward her, mouth open, to kiss her. She pushed against him as hard as she could, his lips just barely grazing her jaw before he was falling backwards.

She felt sick, her skin burning with disgust in every place he had touched and her heart was hammering. She needed to find someone. He wasn’t going to leave her alone. He only proved that point by reaching for an ankle. What he hoped to accomplish with that, she had no idea, but now he looked pissed.

This was bad. This was fucked. He was drunk and crawling towards her like some sort of animal. The group on the couch was oblivious and half asleep, the rest of the room empty. Emerie had probably left already. But where was Nesta? Cassian?

Azriel appeared at the edge of the living room holding a water bottle and a cupcake. His jaw clenched as he took in Gwyn’s panicked face and Connor spitting slurred expletives as he made his way toward her.

Gwyn rushed past him and croaked, “I need to go. Please don’t let him follow me.”

She didn’t know what her plan was. She hadn’t driven here. She just needed to get out and away. To cleanse the awful feeling of his hands on her with the cold air outside. So she ran out the front door, shoes still in hand. The chill bit into her as the front door slammed behind her and squeezed her lungs even tighter. Her chest was too tight. She started down the sidewalk, away from the house with music shaking its foundation.

There were too many familiar things about Connor. He brought up too many terrible memories. All of the things that had been burned into her brain without her permission. There were plenty of things she struggled to remember. Like assignment deadlines and where she’d left her keys. But of course, every sensation of the worst day of her life had to be stuck. Always rattling around at the worst times.

“Gwyn!” Azriel’s voice called into the night. She turned, folding her arms around herself, tears threatening to spill over. He walked toward her, brows knit together, the snacks in his hands replaced with a jacket and car keys. He held out the jacket as she reached her.

“Where are you going?” His voice was soft, eyes searching her face, “You’re not wearing your shoes.”

“Away from here,” She managed around the lump in her throat. She didn’t take the jacket, only tightened her grip on her arms. “I need to get away from him.”

“Rhysand’s kicking him out,” Azriel said, “I don’t even think he was invited, anyways. Do you want me to take you somewhere?”

“Please,” Gwyn’s voice cracked. She’d probably regret it when she was calm and alone with him in his car with nothing to say. But she was desperate right now. She couldn't go back into the house until she knew Connor was gone.

“Okay,” He gave her a small smile, gesturing toward a beat-up car parked up ahead.

She let him open the door for her and drape his leather jacket around her shoulders. The whole car smelled like him and it calmed her a little. She lay her head back against the seat and closed her eyes, drawing deep breaths of piney scent. Azriel drove in silence for a long moment, letting her breathe and collect herself.

“Want a milkshake?” He asked when they were a few blocks away from Nesta’s house. Gwyn opened her eyes and turned to him, curious if he’d meant it. He looked serious enough.

“That’s what I do when I have anxiety,” He explained, “It’s usually late at night. I go to a 24-hour place and get a milkshake.”

“I do like milkshakes,” Gwyn whispered, and Azriel grinned.

They drove in silence until they reached the restaurant and he asked her what flavor she wanted.

“Surprise me,” She smiled.

“Are you a french fry dipper?” He asked with a tone that suggested blasphemy.

“No,” She lied.

She was feeling better, driving through the dark in the quiet. Away from the party and Connor and bad memories. They were quiet as they waited at the windows, quiet as Azriel handed her a large chocolate shake, and quiet as he pulled into a spot in the parking lot. It wasn’t a bad quiet. A very comfortable one.

“What did he do?” Azriel broke the silence as Gwyn took her first sip, savoring the sweet taste. It was a very good chocolate milkshake.

She said nothing for a moment, staring down at the fabric of her skirt. There was no reason not to tell him the truth. Especially since he’d already seen her as a pathetic mess and basically put her back together. Twice now.

“He was drunk off his ass and wanted to recreate my fanfiction. He was convinced I sent it on purpose,” She kept her eyes on her lap as she spat the words. If she looked, she’d have seen Azriel’s face contorting in anger and disgust. “That’s why I was so upset yesterday. I could just tell he was going to be a dick about the whole thing.”

“I’m sorry,” Azriel said, swallowing hard. Gwyn shrugged and took another drink of milkshake. “He didn't…try anything?”

“No, but he seemed pretty determined.” She shuddered.

“That's not okay,” Azriel said, his voice gentle. And it should have been validating. It should have been comforting to know she had someone on her side. But all it did was stir up her anxiety. She did not want to make trouble.

“I’m sorry you’ve had to see me in this state so many times,” She said, daring to look him in the eye. They were beautiful in every lighting, it seemed. Including the floodlights of a parking lot late at night.

“I think you’ve just had a rough few days,” He mimicked her shrug.

“Still, you didn’t have to help me. Your friends are still at the party and it’s not like I’m your responsibility or something,” Gwyn punched in all of the bubbles on her lid as she spoke.

“Yeah, but you’re Nesta’s friend and I like talking to you,” He furrowed his brow. Gwyn’s heart fluttered at his words and she looked at him again, wondering if Nesta had gushed about her to Azriel as she’d done to Gwyn about him.

“Thanks,” Gwyn whispered, and Azriel noted her widened eyes. Like she didn’t receive many compliments like that. He made a pact with himself to change that.

“So…Vow of Roses?” He asked. Gwyn choked on her milkshake and covered her mouth.

“What?” It came out as a squeak.

“That’s what your fanfiction was for, right?”

Gwyn blushed and nodded, biting back the smile that threatened to burst through against her will. She noted that he hadn't smirked or grinned. He was genuinely asking.

“I thought you said you didn’t read it,” She scoffed.

“Just enough to grasp what it was,” He flashed a crooked smile, “I recognized the characters.”

“Don’t tease me,” Gwyn covered her cheeks with her hands, cold from holding her cup, “or I’ll have another panic attack out of spite.”

“Hey, I’m not teasing,” Azriel laughed, “I like them too. I just might read them for different reasons.”

Gwyn looked at him, at his twinkling eyes, and a part of her wondered what would happen if she called him a liar. If he’d sputter and get defensive, or smile again and reveal those dimples.

“Fine,” She let her smile spread, “Yes, I like Vow of Roses.”

“If I ask politely, could I read your writing?” He propped a knee up against the steering wheel, resting his elbow on it and curling up against his arm.

“Oh, absolutely not,” Gwyn snorted.

“But I bought you a milkshake,” He grinned, “It’d make us even.”

“Ask me on your knees and I’ll think about it,” Gwyn said, blushing when she realized the double meaning of her words.

She averted her gaze and poked at her milkshake with the straw. Azriel’s grin only grew and he was grateful she couldn’t see the butterflies her words had given him.

If things were more solid between them, he'd tease her about it. But she had only just begun to trust him and he wouldn't risk losing that. He'd been about to ask which book was her favorite, but she tapped her finger against the back of his hand.

“Who painted your nails?” She asked.

“Feyre,” He smiled, “She likes having something to do while she watches movies.”

“They look nice,” Gwyn made a mental note to ask Feyre what the shade was called. It matched the color of his hair perfectly.

“What, you don't think I could do this good of a job myself?” He wiggled his fingers.

“Not everything's a challenge.” She rolled her eyes and smirked.

“It is with you live with Rhysand and Cassian.”

“You didn't tell them about my mistake, did you?”

“No,” He shook his head, “But I make no promises on Nesta's behalf.”

“Nesta,” Gwyn breathed, skin draining of color. She didn't have her phone. It had been left forgotten on the living room floor as she tried to get away from Connor. “She doesn't know where I am.”

“I texted Cassian,” Azriel said, but he turned the car on anyway.

“She's going to scold me,” Gwyn sighed and slumped back against the seat. She forgot about the soft jacket draped over her shoulders until it grazed her skin.

“Hey, it's okay,” Azriel said, “I'll take you back.”

Gwyn was surprised at the pang of disappointment she felt as he pulled out of the parking lot and headed back toward the Archeron house. She had actually enjoyed herself. She wanted to stay there and talk longer.

“Azriel?” She asked, so quietly she wasn't sure if he'd hear it.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

He didn't say anything, but the streetlights revealed his smile.

Gwyn stepped into the house as quietly as she could. She still held her shoes in her hand, milkshake in the other and Azriel's jacket around her shoulders. Azriel followed close behind, shutting the door softly behind them.

Rhys waved from where he and Feyre tossed empty cups into a garage bag. Elain's soft voice drifted in from the kitchen as she encouraged someone to take more leftovers.

Despite their attempts to remain unheard, Nesta appeared in the doorway to the living room, scowling.

“Where the hell have you been?” She snapped. Cassian appeared behind her, studying Gwyn and Azriel with worried eyes.

“I was with Azriel,” Gwyn took a step further into the house so he wouldn't be trapped behind her, but he remained at her side. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you.”

“Then you should've answered your phone,” Nesta spat, bracing her hands on her hips. The house was silent, now. Feyre and Rhys had paused their cleaning, seemingly attempting to have a wordless conversation through facial expressions.

“I didn't have it with-” Gwyn started.

“Yes, I know, because I found it on the living room floor and then someone was telling me you left with a boy.”

“Nesta,” Gwyn's face flushed, her own anger rising as she thought of every time she had checked her phone through the night. “You weren't answering my texts.”

“So you just left?”

“You don't even know what happened,” Gwyn cried.

“You can't just take off with her,” Nesta turned to Azriel, pointing a finger at him.

“I'm not a part of this,” Azriel shook his head and crossed his arms, surprisingly unshaken by Nesta's wrath, “But I told Rhysand before we left and I texted Cassian.”

“Nesta, you were supposed to hang out with me,” Gwyn drew Nesta's attention back to her.

“You were fine when the party started,” Nesta countered.

“Nes,” Cass started, placing a hand on her shoulder. Nesta shrugged it off.

“Well I needed you and you weren't there,” Gwyn cried, “You knew this party would be hard for me.”

“Hey, Emerie was here too and she left early.” Nesta crossed her arms. Her face was red, makeup smeared and hair tumbling from her braid.

“Emerie warned me she would be leaving early a week ago. You made a plan with me.”

“I was worried about you!” Nesta yelled, still deflecting.

“You weren’t very worried about what was happening to me while you were upstairs with Cassian,” Gwyn spat. She heard Azriel shift his weight beside her.

“You can handle yourself, Gwyn,” Nesta rolled her eyes, “It’s just a party and you’re an adult. It’s time for you to work on this.”

Gwyn clenched her jaw, anger blurring her vision as she stared at Nesta. She was silent as she stormed to the coffee table and snatched up her phone. Then she turned around and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” Nesta called, “Your stuff is here and you’re supposed to spend the night.”

“I’m not sticking around so you can yell at me,” Gwyn growled.

Azriel held out an arm, stopping her from rushing out the door. She looked up at him and felt her own expression soften. His eyes held nothing but compassion. Cassian was murmuring something to Nesta. Truly, Gwyn did not want to go back to campus. Emerie was spending the night with Mor and she hated sleeping at the dorm by herself.

“Fine,” Nesta spat at Cassian and stomped up the stairs.

“She’s going to stay at our place,” Cassian cleared his throat, “You can stay here, Gwyn.”

Feyre and Rhys cleared out of the room and Cassian followed. Nesta’s words replayed in Gwyn’s head and now tears threatened to spill over. Keeping her eyes on the floor, she set her shoes down and pulled of Azriel’s jacket.

“You going to be okay?” He asked, gently taking it from her.

Nesta stomped back down the stairs and stormed past them, a bag clutched in her hands. Cassian followed, keys in hand. He clapped his brother on the shoulder and nodded at Gwyn.

“I’ll be fine,” Gwyn gave him a watery smile. She almost laughed at the absurdity of it all, but it still stung too bad. “Text me when you get home, okay?”

“I would if I had your number,” He grinned. Gwyn wrinkled her nose at him and passed him her phone. The phone screen lit up his mischievous smirk as he entered his contact. He turned it off before sliding it back into her hand, face down.

“See you monday, Priestess Elora.” He sang as he made his way out the door. Elora, the red-headed character from Vow of Roses. So he was a massive nerd, after all.

She watched the door for a moment after he left, waiting until she heard the sound of his old car starting up and driving away. Then she flipped her phone over in her hand and turned it on. She couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on her face, completely erasing the lump in her throat. He had entered his contact as Kieran. Elora’s true love.

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erimeows · 1 year ago

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Rainy Days

Might Guy loves rainy days. They’re perfect for training, they’re beautiful, and they’re calming. On top of that, the village tends to be less busy on rainy days, so he can get things like grocery shopping done without too much of a hassle.

He wakes up on a day when the thunderstorms outside are particularly bad, alone in his and Kakashi’s queen-sized bed. He’s disappointed to find that his boyfriend isn’t by his side to cuddle up to. However, Guy knows that Kakashi likes to go out early to scour bookstores, train, take his students on missions, and visit the stone memorial monument. So, he doesn’t think anything of it and instead takes the morning to get a good workout and a shower in. After that, he goes to the grocery store and heads home to cook breakfast.

By then, it’s past ten thirty. With not so much as a note or an appearance by Kakashi, Guy starts to become concerned about his lover’s whereabouts. Just then, he hears the front door slam open. He’s in the middle of scrambling eggs, flipping protein pancakes, and steeping tea, so he doesn’t rush to greet Kakashi, but he does turn around and speak upon hearing Kakashi enter the kitchen.

“Rival, I missed you! You must have woken up really early to beat me out of the house. Where have you been? Was your morning good? How’d you sleep?” Guy asks with a grin. That grin falls the moment he gets a good look at Kakashi, though. Kakashi is covered head to toe in rain and the look in his visible eye is… Haunting, to say the least. Kakashi doesn’t even glance at him. “Rival?”

“Hm?” Kakashi blinks as if Guy’s voice just snapped him out of a trance. Still, he won’t meet Guy’s gaze. “Oh, sorry, I was just… Out. Doing things. You know how it is.”

“Kakashi, where were you? No- more importantly- are you… Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Kakashi lies through his teeth and exits the room.

Guy waits to hear their bedroom door lock, but instead, Kakashi comes back a few minutes later with a sleeveless tank and a pair of boxers on. Guy hears the washer starting, so he assumes that Kakashi tosses his wet clothes in there. Kakashi fixes his mask over his face and adjusts his headband before sitting at the kitchen table.

“Would you like some breakfast?” Guy offers as he finishes making the food. “I made pancakes and eggs.”

“I’ll pass, but if you could get me some of the tea that’s on the stove…” Kakashi trails off. “It smells like jasmine. Just don’t add sugar.”

Silence takes over. Guy turns off the stove, pours both of them a cup of tea, and makes a plate of food for himself. Then, he sets one of the cups in front of Kakashi.

“Here,” Guy says and sits down across from his rival with his own cup of tea and his breakfast.

“Thank you,” Kakashi murmurs and pulls his mask down so he can sip on the hot drink.

“You seem like you’re deep in thought today, rival,” Guy starts, prying, though he’s sure he can already guess what this is about. For whatever reason, Kakashi always gets particularly depressed about his former teammates and sensei whenever storm season rolls around. Still, the ravenette tries to frame it playfully so as to not sour the mood any more- on the off chance that it’s something minor that he can distract Kakashi from. “What, are you trying to come up with an idea for our next contest? Or did you read a new book?”

“No,” Kakashi shakes his head, then follows it up with a statement that hits Guy like a fucking truck. “It was storming just like this when I killed Rin.”

At that, Guy’s brow furrows. It takes everything in him not to slam a fist into the kitchen table.

“Don’t phrase it like you killed her on purpose, Kakashi! You didn’t kill Rin… You know that she chose-”

“Don’t phrase it like it isn’t my fault. She died by my hand- I should’ve known she’d try to do something like that, and I should’ve been able to prevent it, but… I killed her,” Kakashi clasps the cup of tea in his hands and pulls his mask down to sip at it. He looks totally dejected, his expression showing everything even with his left eye covered by his headband. “Back then, it just wouldn’t stop raining. I’ve always hated Kirigakure, and since that day, I’ve hated the summers here because they so strongly resemble this nightmare that I can’t escape.”

Suddenly, Guy’s appetite shrivels to nothing. The eggs and pancakes turn ice cold. Like Kakashi, he opts to sip on his tea rather than eating.

“You know, if I’m remembering correctly, Rin loved this time of year,” Guy murmurs. As tempting as it is, he knows better than to argue with Kakashi about whether or not all of the traumatic things that have happened to him were his fault or not. It never goes anywhere productive and all it results in is making Kakashi more upset, so he changes the subject to something more optimistic. “Her and I were never really close, but I remember when you guys were younger, she’d drag you and Obito into the rain to play in it- even after you graduated from the academy! Storm season was her favorite.”

A flash of lightning tears through the sky outside. Both men can see it through the kitchen window. Guy doesn’t miss how Kakashi tenses at the booms of thunder that follow.

“That’s true,” Kakashi folds his arms over the table and rests his head on them. Guy notices that the bags under his eyes are a little more prominent than usual. “But now it’s been ruined for me… I can’t enjoy it for her, as much as I’d love to.”

“Do you always think about them like this on rainy days?”

“There isn’t a day that passes that I don’t think about them, Guy, but I suppose the gloomy weather does make it worse than usual. It was raining like this during Minato and Kushina’s funeral service as well… Ah, I’m just glad I don’t have to see my team today. I couldn’t even imagine trying to interact with them like this.”

“I don’t know, Kakashi, seeing them may be a much needed distraction,” Guy softly argues. “Maybe they’d cheer you up? Or at least get your mind off of it-”

“No, they wouldn’t. They only ever make these days worse for me. Looking at Naruto and Sakura hurts my soul to the point that I purposefully don’t train them the way I should be because they remind me so much of Obito and Rin, and I can’t bear to be around them. Then, there’s Sasuke… Don’t even get me started on him. He’s like how I was back then but so much worse. I’m…”

“What is it?”

“I’m sorry you have to deal with me when I’m like this,” Kakashi apologizes. Guy frowns at that. “I don’t know why you entertain it. If I were you, I’d leave.”

“It’s because I love you,” Guy says back without so much as a pause. He reaches across the table to take one of Kakashi’s hands in his own, and at that, Kakashi’s visible eye widens. “And because I know you’d do the same for me. I would never just leave you. Is there anything that would make you feel better? A contest for distraction? Eggplant miso soup? We could watch that new Icha Icha movie together, or would you rather we go pick up some flowers and visit the monument together?”

“I spent all morning there,” Kakashi responds. That explains why he’s been gone since four in the morning and only just now returned, soaked head to toe in rain water. “Why else do you think I came back a bit ago drenched in rain?”

“I understand if you don’t want advice right now, but have you considered going and seeing Rin’s family? It may give you some closure. I’m sure they’d agree that it’s not your fault.”

“I tried going over there to offer my condolences and apologies after she passed, and her father basically told me that I’d taken his entire life away by murdering his daughter…” Kakashi explains, to which Guy winces. He never knew that had happened. Kakashi has never talked about it, though it’s obvious why that is the case. Guy quickly regrets saying anything. “Then her mother told me that she wished it had been me who died at Kannabi bridge instead of Obito, because Obito would have actually protected Rin, unlike me.”

“Oh… That’s… Heavy.”

“Yeah,” Kakashi nods, then slams down the rest of his tea like a shot.

Unsure of what else to do, Guy stands up, walks around the table to where Kakashi is, and wraps his arms around the younger man’s slumped form.

“Kakashi… I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t want to hear that,” Kakashi whispers, frustrated.

“Then what do you want to hear?” Guy questions and pulls away to stare down at his lover.

“Nothing. I just… I can’t handle talking right now. It’s making my head hurt,” Kakashi raises his hand enough to pinch the bridge of his nose between his thumb and his pointer finger.

“We don’t have to talk, but what can I do to help you? I hate seeing you so upset.”

“Stop trying to fix it, please. No one will ever be able to fix everything that’s happened to me, I just… Need you to continue being here like you have been.”

“I can do that,” Guy sighs and reaches down to remove Kakashi’s forehead protector. He sets the metal and cloth garment on the table, then runs a hand through Kakashi’s hair. Kakashi leans into the touch. “Just let me know if you need anything else.”

“Alright… Can we go to bed?” Kakashi asks and reaches up. “I think I need to lie down.”

“Sure,” Guy nods and picks his lover up with little effort to bring them both to the bedroom.

It’s pouring outside. Guy has another training session to complete and the kitchen to clean, but with Kakashi so warm and so vulnerable on this rainy day, he supposes all of that can wait. Kakashi is much more important to him.

So, they enter the bedroom. Guy sets Kakashi down on the bed as gently as he can and moves to lie down next to him. Immediately, Kakashi pulls the covers over their bodies and curls up to Guy’s chest.

“Thanks,” Kakashi whispers. “And again… Sorry for making you deal with this.”

“Don’t apologize,” Guy whispers back, leaning down to press a kiss against Kakashi’s forehead. “We all have our rainy days sometimes, rival.”

“That’s so cheesy of you to say,” Kakashi scoffs and rolls his eyes. A small smile graces his lips. “But thank you. I appreciate the sentiment.”

Another boom of thunder echoes through the sky and through their bedroom. Kakashi flinches and clutches the folds of Guy’s shirt in his hands, burying his face in the ravenette’s chest.

“Are you scared of the thunder, rival? I never thought I’d see you scared of anything,” Guy lightly teases, to which Kakashi pouts up at him.

“I’m scared of a lot of things, you know.”

“And I’ll always be here to protect you from them… No matter what.”

“Yeah?” Kakashi chuckles. “I actually like the sound of that… Why don’t we get some shut eye? Since we don’t have any missions or anything to do today.”

“Alright, but you should know that we’re having an eating contest as soon as we wake up since we both skipped out on breakfast!”

“Fine, fine… I love you,” Kakashi says, eyes fluttering shut.

“And I you,” Guy reciprocates and allows his eyes to fall shut as well.

Then, lulled by the sound of the falling rain, both men fall asleep in each other’s arms and only wake up once the rainfall ends.

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peonierose · 2 years ago

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Under the Mistletoe

Pairing: Bryce Lahela (M!MC) x Luna Auclair (F!OC)

Words: 2,274

Rating: General

Summary: Luna and Bryce spend some time with their friends Ethan and Hayley and the open heart gang in Boston.

A/N: I’ll be participating in the Holiday event for @choicesficwriterscreations as well as @choicesflashfics I used these prompts they’re going to appear in bold: “Have I told you how much I hate Christmas shopping?” / “You know, when you said ‘Christmas party,’ this isn’t what I was expecting.” / ”You’re lucky you’re cute.“

I used the prompt @choicesdecember2022 You & I

A few days earlier

Hayley

“Have I told you how much I hate Christmas shopping?” Ethan says carrying shopping bags.

I hope he won’t fall. I grin. It would be fun though. I could definitely steal a kiss in the snow.

”Come on grumpy face. Don’t leave me hanging. I want to get Luna something special. She and Bryce will only stay a couple of days before they go back to Hawaii, and I want this visit to feel special for them.“

I can see Ethan sigh.

”Alright, fine. But only because I like Luna.“ He smiles.

”You’re like her big brother, it’s so cute.“

I grin and together we walk through the snow, crunching under our soled boots. White air is coming out of our mouths like puffy clouds.

It’s a beautiful white Christmas in Boston. As Ethan and I go from store to store to find a nice gift for Luna. Bryce’s is already wrapped. But we’re still looking for something for Luna.

Ethan heard of this local artist who makes beautiful art pieces. From handmade jewelry to paintings, even little glass figurines.

There’s something for everyone.

We enter the shop and see a woman with dark toffee-colored curls held back by a purple headband standing in front of a sculpture.

She looks up when she sees us and smiles. Her big brown eyes sparkle with joy.

”I’ll be right with you. Just give me a second.“

Ethan and I nod and admire the craftsmanship she has on display.

I can see that Ethan is standing next to the jewelry cases.

”Something caught your eye?“

I ask him and he nods towards a moon necklace. I admire the pretty golden moon hanging on a dainty gold chain.

The artist just walks towards us as Ethan is about to ask a question.

The artist smiles at us.

”I’m Teresa. How can I help you?“

”We were interested in that necklace. You don’t do engravings by any chance, do you?“

Teresa nods.

”I do. I can do it by the end of the day. Would that work for you?“

Ethan and I nod.

”It’s for a friend of ours she’s expecting twins next year.“

”Oh wow that’s wonderful. I might have an idea in regards to the necklace.“

Ethan and I look at each other and just shrug. Then we nod at Teresa to go ahead.

”Why don’t you combine a silver and a gold moon necklace? That way you can write both names on separate necklaces.“

”That’s a wonderful idea.“ I nod enthusiastically.

”Alright, perfect. I’ll need the names of the twins and an address where I can deliver the present.“

We give Teresa the names.

”It’s Kehlani Mae and Alaia Rose.“

Teresa writes it down, we pay, and exit her shop. I look at Ethan and smile at him.

”This was the easiest Christmas purchase we ever made.“

We pass some Christmas carolers who sing jingle bells on the way to our apartment.

We need to get some last Christmas decorations done. Then later we’ll pick up Luna and Bryce from the airport.

I smile at Ethan. Snowflakes glisten in his dark hair.

It’s so beautiful to celebrate Christmas in Boston.

Luna

Ethan and Hayley picked us up from the airport. And we are on our way to their apartment.

Jenner nestled between us. I pet him and he leans into me.

Bryce just stares at me.

”Lunes kept asking if you guys will bring Jenner along. It’s like I don’t even exist anymore.“ He says and pouts like a three-year-old.

”Look at that Bryce got replaced by a dog. That’s truly precious.“ Ethan grins.

”Don’t worry B. We‘ll have plenty of snuggle time together.“

I grin and he smiles.

”Thank god I bought new earplugs. So go ahead and have fun.“

Ethan mutters.

”Aww Ethan, that's so cute of you.“

Hayley says and we all grin.

We arrive at Ethan and Hayley’s place and Ethan helps us with our suitcases. We rode the elevator to their place. As soon as they open the door we get greeted by our friends.

”Surprise.“

Bryce and I grin. Poor Ethan looks like he just got the scare of his life.

Sienna, Rafael, Elijah, Jackie, and Aurora stand there looking super festive in their ugly Christmas sweaters.

Ethan turns to Hayley as Bryce and I walk inside exchanging hugs and kisses.

“You know, when you said ‘Christmas party,’ this isn’t what I was expecting,” Ethan says.

Hayley smirks.

”I gave them a key. So that they could make this surprise happen.“

Ethan just nods.

We all laugh at that.

Four days later…

Bryce

It’s our last day in Boston before we have to fly back home to Hawaii tomorrow. It’s been a lot of fun. We’ve gone to the Christmas market, been in a snowball fight which I won fair and square. Had a competition for decorating gingerbread houses and made some snow angels.

Though the best part is right now. Spending time with our friends.

We’re all sitting, eating, and having a great time. With some festive Christmas music, Hayley put on.

The Christmas tree is decorated and glows. The presents have been put under the tree. It’s perfect.

Luna grins at me and points to her gingerbread man. The poor gingerbread man looks slightly disfigured as she’s dunking the gingerbread man in her hot cocoa, topped with whipped cream.

”Look at the drunk gingerbread man.“

”More like the gingerbread man enjoying his jacuzzi.“ I grin.

”Filled with cream.“

Everyone laughs.

”You guys are just weird.“ Jackie remarks.

Luna just grins at her while I pull her close.

”Are you ready to pop?“ Jackie asks.

Luna leans back in her chair.

”I still have 2 and a half months to go.“

Luna groans and looks at me while I’m enjoying some whiskey. Courtesy of Ethan getting out the good stuff.

”I had to pee five times last night because your kids decided to sit on my bladder last night.“

”Oh so they’re my kids now?“

Luna grins while I just smile and shake my head at her.

Jackie grins at Luna.

”You know that’s always something I liked about you, Luna. You don’t take Bryce’s bullshit. You serve it right up to him.“

”I have ovaries of steel. I wanted to say balls of steel, but that’ll offend Ethan’s poor sensibilities.“ She smirks and grins her blue-green eyes twinkling with mischief.

Ethan turns in Luna's direction.

”Excuse me?“ He exclaims while everyone else just laughs.

Luna smiles softly at Ethan.

”It’s okay for a man to be sensitive Ethan. We still love you. It doesn’t make you less of a man if you’re in tune with your emotions.“

Ethan stares at her and then just smiles and shakes his head at her.

Luna

Bryce and Ethan stand together talking, not realizing they‘re standing under a mistletoe.

I clear my throat and both guys look up.

Ethan raises an eyebrow. His blue eyes were eyeing me questioningly.

”Do you realize where you’re standing under?“

They both look up with horror.

”Dibs not it.“ Bryce says.

I grin, having the time of my life.

”Oh that won’t work here babe. Just give him a kiss.“

Everyone waits with bated breath.

”Why do I have to kiss him? Can’t he initiate the kiss? He’s the taller one.“

Bryce complains.

”I’m not letting you out of this one. You too Ramsey. Be a dear and give my very hot fiancé a kiss. It can be on the nose too. I won’t judge.“

Ethan just stares at her.

Bryce tries to back up.

”Dude no. Don’t listen to her. Don’t let her bully you into doing everything she tells you, just because she’s pregnant. Lu stop it.“

I laugh and wait for them to kiss.

Meanwhile, Ethan gives Bryce a kiss on his cheek. Thankfully Bryce hasn’t turned around. Otherwise, it would’ve been a kiss for the ages.

I capture the moment on my phone.

Bryce pouts, but soon he smiles again and tugs me towards him to give me a loud kiss.

”I can’t believe it. Your lips almost made contact with Ethan Ramsey.“

Bryce grins.

”Yeah. Yeah. Let’s go get some food and pretend this never happened.“

”Fat chance. I’ll be teasing you over this for a while.“

”Oh, shocker.“

I slap his ass.

Bryce looks shocked, but then he grins.

”You’re lucky you’re cute.“ B says while pulling me close. I grin and kiss him.

Bryce

Elijah and Aurora had to go because they were both on call. The hospital is short-staffed, and with other doctors being on vacation they volunteered to be on call if they were needed.

They both hugged me and Luna wishing us a merry Christmas.

So now it’s Ethan, Sienna, Hayley, Rafael, Luna, Jenner, and me.

We sat around the Christmas tree.

”Is it time to open presents? So freaking exciting.“ Lunes sits there looking super cute in her white cashmere dress and her hair pulled up in a bun.

Sienna grins looking eager to open some presents too.

”Anyone who says they don’t care about the presents is just lying.“ I comment earning a fist bump from Rafael.

Hayley grins.

”Trust me Hayley dragged me from store to store until we found the right gift.“

Hayley rolls her eyes.

”He’s lying through his teeth. He loved every second of it.“ Hayley grins.

I pick a dark green present and gently push it toward Ethan.

”You go first. Lunes and I both chose the present for you. Hope you’ll like it.“

Ethan eyes us as he gently opens the present.

”It’s nothing weird is it?“ He asks afraid, it’ll be some weird shit.

”It’s not sex toys. Just open it.“

”That makes me feel only slightly better.“ Ethan says.

He peels away the wrapping paper.

”Whiskey?“ He asks.

I grin.

”Read the label.“

He sighs but reads the label out loud.

”Only the best friends get promoted to godfather.“

He looks shocked and slightly uncomfortable by all the attention focused on him.

Sienna, Rafael, and Hayley lean closer to Ethan to read the label too.

Even Jenner leans into Ethan, thinking it might be treats for him. Sorry, buddy whiskey isn’t for dogs.

Sienna sniffles.

”That is so beautiful.“ She grabs a tissue.

”I don’t know what to say. I feel very honored. I’d love to be the twin's godfather.“

Ethan says and holds the whiskey bottle close. As if it’s his most prized possession.

”Thank you, I haven't expected this at all.“ He looks so touched as if he’s about to cry.

I smile and have tears in my eyes too. Luna leans into me and I snuggle her close.

Hayley clears her throat.

”I don’t know if we can top that. But Ethan and I got you two something.“

Hayley hands both of us a present.

I tear into mine and hold out two onesies.

When I see the onesies I smile.

One says ”If you think I’m good-looking you should see my dad“

The other says ”Best Daddy ever“

I look down and start to realize March is going to be here faster than we think. It’s all hitting me now. I’m going to be a dad in just 2 and half months. Holy shit.

That’s pretty scary, to be honest, but as I look around and see laughter and love in my friend's eyes and Luna who is so touched I know I can do this. Because I’m not alone.

Luna starts to cry and Sienna hands her the box of tissues. Luna takes one and daps at her eyes.

I am excited to see what Luna got from Ethan and Hayley.

She unwraps the present and sees a box that says Artemis. Must be some jewelry store.

She opens the box and gets out two necklaces.

One silver and one gold moon necklace. She stares at it and then gives it a closer look.

When she hands me the necklaces and starts to cry again I take a look.

The necklaces are engraved.

It’s the names we’ve chosen for the twins.

Kehlani Mae on the gold necklace and Alaia Rose on the silver necklace.

”We bought two pairs for both you and Bryce. In case you both wanted to wear them.“

Hayley says and hands me a golden-wrapped present too. I open it and find the same two necklaces as Luna does.

”Wow, guys. I don’t know what to say. You made this Christmas very special for both of us.“

Ethan and Hayley smile.

”Christmas lost its special side to me a long time ago … but you’ve brought some of that magic back.” Ethan says.

”Aww. We love you too Ethan.“ Luna says and hugs him. He endures it but smiles softly.

When Luna and Ethan break apart everyone else opens up their presents.

Sienna got some lush products she wanted. Hayley’s gift.

A red sweater for Sienna. A blue one for Hayley from Rafael.

Grinch socks for Ethan from me.

Luna and I got Sienna and Hayley matching bracelets with an engraved dolphin. They were both excited, to say the least.

Rafael got a colorful painting made by Luna with all the wonderful places in Brazil. So that he might miss his home less. He was very touched by the gesture.

On the next day, we hugged each other goodbye and boarded our flight back home to Honolulu.

All in all. We had a beautiful exchange of gifts. There were some tears and laughs, but we spent some wonderful days with our friends. Ones that we consider family.

#Under the Mistletoe #Bryce x Luna #open heart #cfws holidays 2022 #cfws

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bolworth-birthday-bet · 2 years ago

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Miss Enid O'Malley and Miss Frances Dobson

Pink, tulle-clad fairies glide gracefully off the stage to a spattering of applause and disappear into the makeshift wings. Your attention wanders, until some time later there is a commotion of congratulations as the fairies reappear dressed somewhat (but not much) more prosaically. Miss O’Malley is in a flowing green silk gown that clings to her curvy form, short black curls artistically topped with a peacock feather headband; Miss Dobson has complemented her taller, narrower form with a shockingly short black dress with a profusion of bangles, sequins and fringe.

She notices your approach first and leans in to whisper something to Miss Dobson; the following burst of giggles makes you scour your memory for the last time you saw Miss Dobson. You hadn’t done anything too scandalous, had you…? Hang on, was it the Ascot or the Links? “What ho,” you greet them bravely.

“What ho, Ceddy!”

“What ho, Dobby!”

“You’re here too! What fun!”

“Hullo, Neds!”

"Gosh, Ceddy, I am parched," Enid moans. "In these sort of stuffy to-dos one always feels one must sip a single glass for positutely ages before getting another, or one will look like a perfect lush. Dobby and I must stay a little longer so we can tell Mater--"

"And Auntie," put in orphaned Frances, whose guardian was her wealthy aunt.

"--And Dobby’s Auntie that we made a staunch effort at finding suitable husbands, but after that we are nicking the champagne and starting a better party upstairs. You'll come, won't you, Ceddy? We have a darling little pair of rooms on the first floor, and Dobby brought her portable gramophone."

"I say," you say, having nothing to say.

Following the girls would definitely get you past the staircase, but not without attracting a disapproving eye or two. Moreover, having once entered a den of sinners, it is notoriously difficult to extricate oneself. Your mission is a serious one, and one that requires steely concentration and a certain sobriety. You will call going up with the girls Plan C. Or maybe D.

Luckily, you do not have to make up your mind now, as the band strikes up a livelier tempo, and the girls are soon off, squealing as they attempt to suit the latest fashionable gyrations to the tune.

What a swell party this is - poll 3

#the bolworth birthday bet #gamebook

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misiwrites · 2 years ago

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Mayblade Day 11

CHAPTER 11 prompt: music characters: hiromi, emily, mao, ayaka, julia, mathilda (+ salima, zeo, ming-ming, kyouju, giancarlo, mentions of others) pairings: --- (there's something implied here tho)

Hiromi had never been to a live concert, neither a classic nor a rock one. Today, she would have had the opportunity to see both; the school gym had been turned into a concert venue, and after the bake sale was over, the music performance part of the event began.

Hiromi got help from Salima and another student council member to take her stall apart, then went to change back into her own clothes in the bathrooms. She took such a long time wriggling out of the dress, regretting not asking for help with that as well, that she ended up missing the classic half of the concert – the part meant to lure in the students’ parents and other regular folk and fill the cash jars up just a little further. Hiromi knew that her classmate Zeo played the violin in the concert, the rest she wasn’t familiar with. She caught the very end of his performance before it was over.

And then, the fun part began. As Hiromi remained hanging around the gym entrance, a team of volunteers started clearing the gym floor of chairs and setting up stage lights in the front. It was the band club’s turn.

“Have you gone check them out yet?” asked Emily who pounced at her from behind.

“The band club?” Hiromi asked.

“Yeah.”

“No, I haven’t. Do you know someone who’s in it?”

“I do know them, but I don’t know know them. The singer, Ming-Ming, is a friend of Garland and Brooklyn.”

In thirty minutes’ time, the gym had been transformed into a night club. They’d somehow even set up a bar – for non-alcoholic drinks only, obviously, though it was a well-known secret that students would always smuggle their own booze in anyway.

Another thirty minutes and the place was chock-full of students, jamming it to the all-female band playing their pop rock songs. It wasn’t bad, but not the kind of music Hiromi usually listened to. As a backdrop for hanging out with friends and forgetting all about the nauseating encounter with the photographer boy, though, it was perfect.

“She looks like a first-year but I've never seen her before!” she shouted at Emily over the music and general hubbub, eyes on the stage.

“You mean Ming-Ming?” Emily bellowed back. “No, she’s from 2-B! She’s in the same class with Steve and the rest!”

“Whaaat?!” Hiromi could have sworn that the cute, blue-haired singer looked fifteen years old, tops. In fact, she didn’t look like a high schooler at all.

While giving Ming-Ming a critical assessment with this new information, she also noticed a familiar looking, albeit very small, figure right below the stage doing what she could only accurately describe as fucking losing it. It was Professor. He was wearing some kind of fanboy headband and aggressively waved light blue penlights in both hands. She decided to pretend she didn’t recognize him.

A moment later, Hiromi and Emily were joined by Mao and Ayaka who were both carrying two drinks, one set of extra for their friends to share. “Hey, good job with the bake sale today!” Mao told Hiromi and handed her a pink mocktail with a strawberry floating on top. “You were the cutest maid, no competition!”

They retreated to sit at the bleachers, far enough from the stage that they could somewhat feasibly hold a conversation. It felt nice, having a group of friends to just hang out and talk with, a drink in hand.

Salima was missing, though. Hiromi hadn’t seen her after dismantling the stall with her and by now the gym was too full of people, too dim and noisy and bustling for her to pinpoint a single person in there. It was a bummer, though; Salima would have deserved some fun time off.

She decided to voice her thoughts. The others hummed in agreement, but there was an awkward sort of lull afterwards. Nobody dared speculate Salima’s possible absence, why she’d perhaps left home already, all alone.

“I wonder if she’ll be coming to the party,” Mao pondered, lazily jamming to whatever Ming-Ming’s band was playing in the background. Then, as if a light bulb had just gone off above her head, her golden eyes lit up and darted at Hiromi. “Hey, you should come too!”

The drinking straw slipped out of Hiromi’s mouth. “Wha, where?”

“Julia is throwing a party in a couple of weeks. It’s gonna be fun, you should totally come!”

“Julia?” The fact that she was being invited to the party of someone she didn’t even know was confusing, frightening, and kind of flattering all at once. She hadn’t been invited anywhere since someone’s birthday in elementary school.

“Julia Fernandez. She’s in 2-A.”

She was being invited to the party of a second-year she didn’t know?

“Look, that’s her,” Ayaka added and pointed somewhere behind Hiromi’s shoulder. Hiromi turned just in time to witness a very pretty, very stylish girl with long, flowy hair of strawberry blonde and cocoa brown who was being approached by the same fair-haired clown of a gentleman who’d terrorized the vendor stalls earlier; and, just as she realized that the girl was one of the people she’d seen performing circus tricks with her twin lookalike, she punched the Casanova guy right in the nose and sent him flying across the gym-gone-dancefloor. The crowd retreated with a gasp, then erupted into joyous laughter and applause.

“Classic Julia!” Mao said cheerfully and clapped with the rest. Then she raised her hand and waved, beckoning this femme fatale to join their little circle by the bleachers.

And Julia did. She was followed by the girl from 1-B whom Hiromi had also already met earlier that day, Mathilda. Mao didn’t waste any time to go ahead and introduce Hiromi to them as “Aya’s classmate” and, apparently, choosing this was enough of a reason to invite her to Julia’s house party. This second-year girl was obviously good friends with her juniors, as she didn’t mind the suggestion at all. Just like that, Hiromi had been invited to her life's first house party.

“You were 1-A’s vendor, weren’t you?” Mathilda then asked Hiromi with a shy, friendly smile. She seemed like a very sweet girl.

“I was!”

“Did you have fun doing it? The outfit suited you really well.”

Hiromi replied an affirmative, saying she greatly enjoyed the job. “Thank you. I was surprised how well it suited Max as well, I couldn’t have guessed. To be honest, I thought you’d be the 1-B vendor, Mathilda.”

“He wanted to keep it a secret until the last moment,” she said and giggled. “It’s so like him. Max loves shocking people.”

“Are you friends with him? He seems like the kind of guy who gets along with everyone.”

“Mm… Well, it’s like you say, I think everyone is friends with him… but I wouldn’t say I know him exactly.” Mathilda turned to look at Mao for support. “Everyone in our class is pretty close, but…”

“Yeah, like, we don’t really know him outside school. Doesn’t he live right next to you, though, Em?” Mao followed by turning to Emily who, to Hiromi’s mild surprise, was sipping her orange mocktail with a sour expression; Emily hadn’t uttered a single word over this exchange.

“Sometimes,” she said bluntly.

“Ah, right. He’s got two homes – divorced parents and stuff.” Mao took a sip of her own drink, another pink one but a hue darker than Hiromi’s. “His little puppy crush got kind of famous in our class, maybe that’s why it feels like we know him better than we actually do.”

Hiromi pricked her ears at this remark. Now they were approaching the territory she truthfully was feeling her curiosity growing towards. “I was wondering about that,” she began, choosing her words carefully. “Do you know if he’s, uh… you know… interested in guys?”

Her question earned a round of chuckles from Mao, Mathilda, and Ayaka. Even Julia, who was browsing her phone, was grinning a little through her dark lipstick.

“Because he wanted to wear a dress? No no no,” said Mao and whisked her hand. “I mean – well, I guess he could also be? But I doubt anything tops that crush he’s got going for Mariam.”

Hiromi’s eyebrows shot up. Mariam? Another new name out of nowhere. “But… But he…” Oh, there was no way of expressing the way she’d seen him act today without sounding totally deranged to the other girls. Not to mention, she had thought Max was interested in the boy who obviously was Mao’s close friend, maybe even boyfriend… and now she was beginning to feel like she’d stumbled upon some weird polycule situation that, frankly, was none of her business.

“And Mariam couldn’t give a rat’s ass about some first-year,” Emily then retorted. She was being weirdly off-putting today; she appeared to be staring daggers at her glass, aggressively stirring the straw in the remainders of her drink. “What an idiot.”

“Ugh, I broke a nail thanks to that Don Juan,” grumbled Julia, surveying the condition of her fingers. “And I literally put them on a minute ago.”

And just like that, the topic of Max was forgotten. The rest moved on while Hiromi slouched a little and got lost in her thoughts, wondering what this all was about.

#mayblade #mayblade 2023 #my writing #fic update

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