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A Much Needed Interview (OP81)
(Part 2 of Teen Dad) Summary: After the shock of Oscar revealing himself to be a former teen dad, he joins an interview in the hopes of clearing everything up and limiting the overwhelming amount of questions he has been getting.
âOscar, it is nice of you to sit down with us. I know it has been an interesting few weeks for you and your family. How are you guys all doing?â The interviewer asks.
âYeah, yâknow, I had expected to one day have to open up about it all, but I never thought Iâd have to do it the way I did. It has been fine, obviously my kids are young enough to not be impacted because they arenât on social media, but it has been strange for my fiancĂ©e who is now getting hundreds of requests on her private account. I have sort of decided to take a break from social media because the response has been overwhelming and like none before. Mostly positive but I think a few people have gotten the wrong idea so I was hoping to clear everything up.â Oscar rambled. He was more nervous about this interview than any he had done before.
âOf course. Why donât we start at the beginning, how did you and your fiancĂ©e meet?â
âWe actually met at one of my races. She went to support one of her close friendâs brothers. After the race that I sadly didnât do too well in, I saw her with her friend and I was kinda frozen in my spot, immediately head over heels. Sadly, it seems like everyone but her noticed. I was too scared to do anything so I just watched her leave. I think I sulked for days, totally regretting my decision to do nothing. A totally heartbroken 16 year old. I looked for her every single race until she finally came back a few months later.â
âOh please tell me you finally got the confidence to shoot your shot.â
âNope! I just stared at her and stuttered when she caught me looking then ran off. I then had an amazing race, I think part of me was just trying to make up for the embarrassment and luckily it seems my car got the memo. After the race she came up to me and asked for my number.â God, he was blushing profusely at the memory. He knew he would be getting slack for this for a very long time.Â
âSuch a story! The young Oscar Piastri was no ladiesâ man.â
âHe was absolutely not. Soon after we started dating.â Oscar awkwardly laughed, sensing what was about to come up.
âAnd then kids came shortly after?â The interviewer asked with care in his voice, certainly able to sense Oscarâs change in attitude.
âYeah. Uh, obviously not planned. I donât think many people plan to become parentâs at 18. It was a shock⊠I didnât handle it the best at first, something I think I will always regret. She was scared and while so was I, I should have been more supportive. I was embarrassed for a while. Felt like a total idiot. I didnât tell anyone outside of my family and made them swear to secrecy. I also began to isolate myself from friends because I couldnât bring myself to tell them but also felt terrible lying. A few months in I finally snapped myself out of it and began to focus on all the wonderfulness that was to come. I loved her more than anything and I would be lying if I said I hadnât already imagined a life together in great detail. By the time we found out it was twins, a boy and a girl, I was ecstatic.â
âWell mate, I donât blame you for your feelings. I definitely would have been a terrible father at 18 so I salute you.â The interviewer joked.
âHonestly, I had the same thought for a while, even when I was excited to have kids. I had so many doubts about it, I mean how could I not? But when it came down to it, I couldnât afford to be anything less than a great father. Of course I had my moments, and still do years later, but I wouldnât be able to let myself be anything less than I am. If you love your kids enough, you find a way.â
âHow did having kids so young impact your career? Obviously it didnât hurt it too much considering you are in your second year driving in Formula 1.â
âWell, I decided I wouldnât advertise my situation unless a team was very serious about me. Prema knew, Alpine did too and of course McLaren does. All were welcoming and accommodating, as much as they could be. I donât think I would have gone with any of them if they werenât cool with it though. I realized the minute my kids were born I would give it all up for them, which scared the hell out of me.â
âThat is admirable. All these years later you are still with their mother, correct?â
âYes! I asked her to marry me over break. Everyone close to us had been confused as to why it took so long but we had discussed marriage together many times and made the decision that because our relationship moved so fast with having kids so young, we would wait a bit. I mean, we are still young but I honestly couldnât wait any longer. She is everything to me and the most wonderful mother my kids could have.â
âHave your kids been around the paddock yet? I assume they are old enough to understand what you do.â
âThey have been to the factory and come with me to meetings when we havenât had a sitter for them. Luckily, they are both very well behaved in public, they also really like watching the races on tv and have somewhat of an understanding of what I do. They donât believe I actually drive the car though.â Oscar rumbled. Trying to convince his twins that yes, their father actually does drive the cars they see going super fast, has been an ongoing issue. They seem to believe he is tricking them but have no problem believing Uncle Logan and Uncle Lando drive the cars. It has definitely humbled him immensely.
âWell you will have to fix that soon huh? Will they be attending races in the future?â
âI am trying to work that out with my fiancĂ©e actually. They are almost four so we donât want them traveling too far, I also donât believe they will be able to be entertained solely by the race the entire time so we have a lot to deal with. But I think seeing them on the paddock supporting me will be one of the best moments of my life. I selfishly canât wait for them to come.â
The interview wrapped up shortly after that. Getting to reminisce on the start of his relationship and how far they have come and how many wonderful things are in the future put Oscar in a deliriously happy mood. He couldnât wait to get home to his family.Â
Walking through the door, he was immediately welcomed to the sound of toddler meltdowns. Fully entering the house, he saw his very tired fiancée rubbing her face as she tried to calm her babies down. Clearly this had been going on for a while.
Despite how upset she looked, she immediately perked up at seeing Oscar had returned. But that immediately went away as she remembered the screaming kids and how messy the house and herself were.
âSorry honey, I know you are probably so tired after the interview and meetings earlier and these two missed their nap so they are so cranky and I just-â He cut her off with a kiss. Once he pulled away she looked at him, perplexed. A kiss from Oscar was never unwelcome but it was the last thing she expected at that moment.
âHey, look at me.â He said as he put a hand on her cheek. âI love you and our little family so much and you never, ever have to apologize for something as trivial as this. Why donât you go get in the bath and relax a little and I will try to wrangle these two, okay?âÂ
In her eyes, Oscar had never been hotter than he was now. Now it was her turn to surprise him with a kiss, even more passionate than the first. They would have continued if it hadnât been for more screaming from their two kids.
Still, Oscar wouldnât change a thing.
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When Cuckoos Throw Ores [Yandere!Jing Yuan x Reader]
Questionable Overview: After transmigrating to Teyvat, you and Jing Yuan had lived like family on your shared apartment as getting-by descenders. But, you made an error too grave. You hid the anonymous love letters you received from the person you shouldâve trusted the mostâ and now youâve got yourself a broken mind. [Fic written for May June]
CWs/tags: yandere themes, isekai, moments where you wish Jing Yuan just committed murder instead so it would hurt less, mentions of failed childbirth, nadia & vlad are adorable, implied hysteria, cute n' wholesome beginning w/ found family to "man... man.", gaslighting gatekeep is JY's passion.
"I'm an adult, Jing Yuan! I think I have the right to leave as I please."
Have you ever been so incredibly fascinated by such a mundane object that all worldly noise drowns?
"The right to trample on my heart? To leave me to drown in my despair while you obsess over a single ore without a single thought for me? I must say, it doesnât seem very sound. Stay put while I call for Doctor Baizhu."
Have you ever had your hand reach out ever so slightly without you realizing such? For your fingers to curlâ for you to seize a trinket as though you were compelled by an existenceâ an idea higher than any mortal comprehension? As though it was fate? As though it was a fruit you weren't meant to take a bite off?
But the most mundane of allâŠ
"Thereâs no need! Because great General and Emanator of the Hunt Jing Yuanâ"
Have you ever lamented a life that "never" happened?
"â I have the right to mourn the happy ending you took from me!"
Though those uninitiated will rehash the root of events in your arrival to the chasm, the most knowledgeable would start the accounts from your arrival to Teyvat.
You did not step foot alone.
When your worldline was destroyed, so, too, was Jing Yuan's.Â
Lady Ningguang greeted you both with a good measure of skepticism. You were both "descenders.", though it was soon made evident that your origins are different. He was from "Xianzhou Loufu," and you were from "Earth."Â Course, despite your shared tragic circumstances, not everything shall be handed on a silver platter for unfortunate souls. Ningguang was kind enough to provide you both with a shared apartment complex near the fishing port and since then, you and Jing Yuan had a bond not so dissimilar from siblings. He got a job as a general, and your current position is a little more flexible than your previous one.
Whatever principles and studies were available in the previous realms you lived in, they were carried over in Teyvat. Each word circulating about Jing Yuanâs undefeated sword and lance techniques makes you smile; he, in turn, would enthusiastically applaud your sold artworks and STEM innovations. It makes you wholly embarrassed every time he makes what is supposed to be a celebration of his missionâs success into a congratulatory speech for what youâve done in the same timeframe. Didnât matter how minute it was. His comrades had already considered the long-standing tradition as a not-so-private joke.
His lack of personal praise worries you sometimesâŠ
Thereâs a stark difference in your approach to this new life. You mourned for yours being gone; while he doesnât speak much about his.
âNo rush,â he'd say. âAll truths shall reveal itself in due time.â
You know about his world, though vaguely. He has a striking resemblance to the character from Honkai: Star Rail. Course, that implies he had gone through similar ordeals as the character.Â
âI am an old man, there is nothing for me to grieve.â He told you once. âI have⊠already witnessed comrades pass, and then some. Have you encountered the phrase: there are fates worse than death?â
Jing Yuan closed his eyes.
âI⊠find it easier to assume that it might be the only way to put old conflicts to rest.â He shook his head and downed his final shot of baijiu. Yuan sighed, tasting the aftermath in his breath.
âItâs better to put a permanence in death than another forced rebirth.â
He poured you a shot.
"Some memories are better left forgotten. And that applies to you, too."
Whatever he said felt untranslatable to you, hence, you gave up on making more inquiries. If the day comes and he wishes to open up, you'll be there for him anyway.
Or so you thought.
âHeard youâre planning to add another medal to your jacket.âÂ
Jing Yuan nearly halted from tying his long hair up. You watched his shoulders tremble, likely from trying to compose himself.
âHa! You've heard a half-truth, I wasn't scheming on anything, it was merely handed to me.â His tone was calm, but you heard the well-hidden smugness.
You shrugged and sipped your coffee nonchalantly.Â
⊠You seriously wish his uniform didn't hug his form that good. Just staring at him makes the room feel degrees hotter.Â
You cleared your throat.
âI didn't say anything about schemes, Jing Yuan. Suspicious.â
âOh?â He hummed, almost sultry for your ears.
âŠCurse him and his damn beatific smiles.
This playful banter is as natural as the dawn of day. Rather than spending the early morning getting ready for the day, you've both grown accustomed to teasing the other person. He, in his finely ironed uniform, and you, in your comfy pajamas.Â
âSince when have I besmirched my name by squandering time? Rude of you to imply that slothfulness rules over my life.â Jing Yuan joked before he moved another piece. âYou wound me, dear (Y/n).â
Due to the nature of the conversation, you hadn't thought of your next move much as you continued to probe him. âAnd what exactly are you doing right now instead of reporting to the Qixing, General?â
He smirked. âI am on-duty, am I not?â
âBy talking to me?â
âI have been bound by mundane duties in both my past and current lives, and I must say, engaging with a Person of Interest such as yourself has not only been productive but also mentally stimulating.â
You paused.Â
Person of Interest�
Might as well curse him and his fancy cursive way of implying something too.Â
Your nose scrunched. âAre you saying I'M on the Qixingâs watchlist?!ââ
âNot in a bad light; donât worry your pretty head over such menial matters,â he ruffled your hair as he craned over, gazing at your disgruntled morning expression with a loving vigor. âThey have an eye for your talent. No Ministry would ever obsess over a clean criminal record.â
You grumbled as you attempted to fix your hair, despite lacking any energy. âThanks, that calms me down. Especially with the talks about criminal activity on the rise and all.â
He laughed at your snarkiness.
âIs this your best attempt at prying information? I must say, your current occupation suits you. I can now place a finger as to why the thought of Lady Ningguang hiring you as a profiler put me in tremendous unease.â
âOh donât be a prick, Yuan.â You chuckled heartily as you gave him a playful slapâ which he no doubt avoided. âBut seriously, canât you tell me more about whatâs happening?â
There were no further words needed. Such rumors had been on the forefront of the peopleâs minds: a group of rogue âmercenariesâ had found new temptations in banditryâ and had the nerve to stew misfortunes on the main harbor itself. As a newly enforced general, Jing Yuan had, of course, been subjected to handling this situation under the ever-watchful gaze of the Qixing. A challenge, as he likes to label it. Whatever helps him sleep at night, youâd reply.
Although, it would certainly soothe YOUR insomnia better if he were to divulge even a hair-sliver of detail in regards to how âsafeâ this mission truly was.
â(Y/n), there is no cause for concern.â He pulled back, placing his hands on your shoulders. âYou know my repertoireâ else I wouldnât consider you a close friend.â
Your heart ached for a second.
In small snippets from the multiple conversations youâve had with him, you knew he kept his list of close friends few. Thereâs always a hint of guilt in his voice when he talks about those named Baiheng, Jingliu, Yingxing, and Dan Feng in passing.Â
âAnd Iâm just worrying over you,â you lightheartedly glared and waved your hand dismissively. âYou know, like a real close friend.â
You both grinned in unison as if telling each other that neither would back down from this âargumentâ any time soon. He snorted and messed your hair up more. Over the time youâve spent in each otherâs company, your near-telepathic way of conversing has become quite an eerie issue for other mutual friendships.Â
Not that either of you minded this. Itâs always nice to be understood.Â
âI know that look in your eye. Donât add a part two from last nightâs horror stories, please.â
âThen, Iâll take my leave,â he buttoned his jacket. âLast reminder before I go: you have arranged a meeting with Nadia this afternoon.â
âThanks,â you huffed. âBut unlike you, I donât sleep in and forget my schedule.â
You swore that even after the door was closed, you heard him chuckle yet again. After that, he was gone.
Honestly, with someone with a âlife-lovingâ temperament like him, youâre unsure if heâs easy to pleaseâ or too damn good at faking it for his good.
You heard soft knocks against your window.
Slowly, a grin forms on your lips.
âHello, little manâŠâ You cooed as you stood up and opened for not only the fresh Liyue morning breeze to enterâŠ
But for a diligent little cuckoo bird to deliver its very special package as well.
Youâve always had a soft spot for animalsâŠ
âHmm?â
Your eyes softened as it dropped its parcel and leaned its body against you, warming itself by sitting cozily on your window ledge. This little bird is quite the skilled messengerâ always dropping by as soon as Jing Yuan takes his leave. As to why it suspiciously arrives as soon as he is gone, youâre unsure. Such a sneaky creature; you canât help but adore it.
Thatâs not to say its deliveries are not as equally charming.
You chuckled as you elegantly unwrapped the ribbon. The letter was elegantly written in a scrawl youâve familiarized even with eyes closed for the past months, yet it still holds an intensity that makes your heart flutter.Â
There it was. The two words that keep you going better than any coffee brew.
âMy dearest, (Y/n),âŠ.â
âAnother letter from Vlad, Iâd hope?â You sneaked from behind.
Nadia yelped, hitting you almost immediately. The delay was surely from being on a lovelorn cloud-nine, but her Fatui training that earned her last name definitely shouldâve made you double-think.
You shriveled at the pain and she awkwardly cradled you.
âOh shucksâ Iâm so sorry, (Y/n)! I-I didnât realize it was y-yâ Donât scare me like that!âÂ
âSorry! Sorry!â You hissed, blaming only yourself for the stinging aftermath. âI-Iâll get over it.â
Nadia guided you to the empty seat beside her. As soon as you were seated, she wasted no time to spill.
âThe contents were far too adorable for my heart, oh, dear Tsaritsa, you NEED to read this.âÂ
An eyebrow was raised. Saying you had a suspicion that something like this would happen would be an understatementâ when it came to Nadia, it was more like routine. It had been regular for you and her to get together at least once a month to chat over letters that you both received. Nothing about the time you spent with her was dull. She's the reason you adapted to the Liyue way of life so well. As you were both foreign to the cultureâ you and Jing Yuan are admittedly the extreme casesâ you and her were eager to recount experiences in times of distress. And times of pure unbridled lovesick joy, such as this.
âCâmon, pass it.â You tried to say cooly, but the glimmer in your eyes betrayed your high school-like excitement.
âSame time.â Nadia huffed. "Can't have you gatekeeping your own letter!"
You pulled out yours from your purse.
Nadia wasnât the only one with something to present to the class. This is just like a teacher forcing students to read their discreetly passed notes out loud.Â
Nadia has her Vlad.
You have your Nay Jung I.
Instantly, you both suppressed a giggle in the abrupt exchange.
Nay Jung I. You know little about him, and that intrigue keeps the fire going. When you see a white cuckoo passing by the window, you immediately know it means well. A sight that makes your heart skip a beat. Instead of pushing eggs, it slips a love letter whenever Jing Yuan isnât around. All coming from a man you canât track down.
Thatâs right.
You have a secret admirer.
As you read through the middle of Vladâs letter for Nadia, you heard your very-much-an-adult friend bite back a squeal in front of you. Nay Jung I may sound like a feminine name, but he was a man. You couldâve sworn you saw Xiangling laugh from the corner of your eye as Nadia tugged your sleeve around like a fool.
âOh my God?! He wrote that?!â Her lips were akin to wobbly lines toddlers would draw when mimicking the sunâs rays.Â
âI find myself constantly catching glimpses of you in my daydreams, my mind flooded with what could beâ what should be. Forgive me for my selfishness, but I fear it wonât take long before I can no longer bear the thought of being without you⊠What?! Thatâs so SWEET?!â Nadia clutched your love letter tightly, eyes wide as though she was the recipient.
Xiangling, bless her soul, had to peek behind her.
âI wish I could have the courage to reveal myself to you. When I doubt myself, my thoughts turn to you⊠Aww⊠I wonder who Mister Nay is and what did you do to get him this in love?â Xiangling playfully pouted, which made Nadia grin wider, almost teasing her. âGeez. When will I get a boy to send me letters?â
âIâm sure youâre going to get one or two someday. A way to a manâs heart is through his stomach, right?â Nadia shrugged as she folded the paper and hid it. âPlus, I fear youâre too young for this.â
âCareful, Dia, sheâs the one preparing our food.â You joked.
Nadia has grown more friendly to locals for the better since you started sharing meals here. Everyone knows the feelings between her and Vlad were mutualâ but neither of them was willing to confess. With Nadia hoping he initiates, and him densely hesitant on whether she reciprocates. One of them can end this phase should they abandon pride or cowardice.
But Nay Jung I?
You canât find his records anywhere⊠And he had told you that it is a fake name by your fourth letter, much to your chagrin.
So, youâve settled with this arrangement. For now, you are both friends, despite knowing he has feelings for you from the start.
âMister Nay definitely has it bad for you, Mx. (Y/n).â She gave you a closed-eyed smile. âYou need to write back immediately! The manâs probably starving for it!â Oh, right, the pot!!!â
As the chef rushed back after being distracted, you gave Nadiaâs letter back to her.
âAny chance of rain?â You asked.
âCloudy with negative one percent chance that Iâll run to Northland Bank and confess to Vlad.â Nadia spoke sheepish;y.
âThatâs at least five percent higher than yesterday.â
âWell, this last letter was adorable.â She swooned.
âMx. (Y/n), you seem incredibly free at the moment, care to have a chat?â
You turned to look at the new person who joined in.
Fur coat, a distinct mole placement, a sharp haircut, and eyes self-assured enough to conceal their need for urgent assistance, it has to be none other thanâ
âMiss Yelan,â you gave her a polite smile. âTo what do we owe the pleasure?â
Nadia sat up straight, shifting to her work mode. âIs there some business you require from the Northland Bank?â
âI have no quarry with you, Madam Nadia, what I do wantââ Yelan tilted her head, her eyes calculating. âIs to speak to (Y/n) in private.â
You paused, recalling the conversation you had this morning.
âI have been bound by mundane duties in both my past and current lives, and I must say, engaging with a Person of Interest such as yourself has not only been productive but also mentally stimulating.â
Maybe this is what Jing Yuan was warning you about this morning.
âFine, I concede.â You sighed, swiftly snatching your letter from Nadiaâs hands and tucking it inside the pockets of your inner jacket.
âLead me to where you most need me.â
Over the years youâve spent on Liyue, youâve had another habit youâve been nursing on the sidelines.
Epigraphy.
Better yet, itâs for the sole purpose of decoding ancient artifacts. Before you were transmigrated into Teyvat, you found that inspecting artifact descriptions and reading through lore strewn in notes and dialogues were a great part of what made playing Genshin Impact enjoyable. You devoured theories whether they were from YouTubers like Ashikai or other CCs who were eager to unravel and analyze myths from different civilizations. To be inside THE sandbox was the greatest treat. If your friends were here, you have no doubt youâd have plenty whoâd look and try to pick apart Mister Zhongliâs brain.
Unfortunately, you never managed to catch his eye.
And the biggest misfortune of all, you caught Miss Yelanâs instead.
âItâll take me a few weeks to decipher and solve this puzzleâŠâ You told her hesitantly. âAnd I canât guarantee anything either.â
Yelan only tilted her head. Strands of her hair hid her expression, and the only body language to be read was the way she played with the die on her fingers. You wondered if she was deciding your fate by giving it a rollâŠ
You looked at the inscribed walls.
A man with horns⊠and his partner wearing a long hanfu⊠His partner⊠Reminds you of a beautiful cuckoo bird.
You sighed.
When she bargained for a chat in âprivateâ, the Chasm was the last location you had in mind. Even more, it did not occur to you that she aimed to use you as a translator. For a language you only learned a few years ago.
You knew you couldnât exactly deny a member of the Qixing, especially with how much you carried a moral debt for Lady Ningguang, so you agreed under the condition that Yelan wouldnât snitch to Jing Yuan.
He might just give you the silent treatment if he found out you were here.
But back on the walls and the puzzle mechanism in the middle of the roomâŠ
Both were seated under the shade of a treeâŠÂ
Each holding a cup of teaâŠ
âDamn it, why me?â You cussed out loud.
You seriously want to tell her that she shouldâve chosen Zhongli.Â
Not that youâd know that Yanfei begged Yelan to hire you for the job.
Yelan made her dice vanish. âIf you need further assistance, and by that I meant necessities such as food and water, call for Wenyuan or Shanghua. Theyâll materialize right in front of you.â
On the next wall, the horned man tightly held his partner, with tears falling from his eyes⊠His tail was more apparent in this depiction, but there were crystallized ambers and statues all aroundâŠ
Like they were runningâŠ
Away from himâŠ
You faced Yelan.
âYelan, canât you call for someone elseââ
You blinked.
She was gone.
You donât like being here.
You donât like this cave.
Youâre not sure whether you liked the fact Yelan invited you here. On one hand, you were grateful for the opportunity, but at the same time, you thought yourself unqualified for whatever piece of ancient Liyuean history was waiting to bite you in the ass.Â
It didnât take a genius to know that whoever the drawn man was, he was a force to be reckoned with. You played enough Genshin to know that yakshas are not to be trifled. If this ended up as an Azhdaha scenario, you wouldnât want to be the nameless NPC who died along the way.
Shouldâve commissioned the traveler.
As you progressed in your decoding, the texts were beginning to gnaw you.Â
âHave you heard the tale of Lady âââ âââ?â
You trembled at the thought.
Curse Jing Yuan and his ghost stories.
The story wasnât even that frightening.
What got you was how Jing Yuan sold them. He had preached it as though he had been a witness. Itâs just a typical unnerving tale to keep children alert, but he had always been far more persuasive than you.
âWhen she and her husband were out exploring, her husband left her while she sired his heir. He left her there to die.â
Jing Yuanâs eyes narrowed. You quietly applauded his commitment to the bit. Should you not know any better, you wouldâve thought he hated that man more than anything.
Like he was seething with jealousy.
âSome claim he hid her there to fight for a war, some say it was out of love⊠In my eyes, it was an unforgivable neglect.â
Jing Yuan claims sharing ghost stories was a common occurrence from when he used to teach his disciple. But youâre not an idiot. You can sniff out a reason why he loves to bring these stupid tales.
âDays felt like a prison tally. She had forgotten what it felt to live in the sun.â
âShe lived only by fulfilling basic needs. No matter how thick the mud was, no matter what was within the soilâ all she could do was bitterly swallow what was to come. She bit her tongue on the ever-growing famineâ and wished that her child would survive.â
Jing Yuan does not want you anywhere near the chasm.
âSo when it was time to give birth, she had no assistance. She pushed her child out as hard as she could, and laid an empty egg.â
Before you could even ask why a human would lay an egg, Jing Yuan continued.
âBut they both passed away.âÂ
âLegends say, thatâs the reason why the lumenstone ore glows. It contains the watchful gaze of a scorned mother and unborn childâŠâ
âAnd if you arenât careful, you tooââ
âCould be trapped inside it.âÂ
You scoffed.
Was the tale stupid? Depends on who you ask. Was it sad? Sorta. Was the thought of two ghostsâ possibly moreâ watching you as you were forcibly dispatched to read through The Chasmâs secrets terrifying? Given the dark and brooding atmosphere, it was a quiet yes.
âHmm? Iâ I solved itâŠ?â
You blinked.
Maybe you still retained your skills as a Genshin player. Anything for a luxurious chest is what you wouldâve said. And yet, it still baffled you that one did appear.
When you unlocked it, you saw no âprimogemâ like you quietly hoped (it would be funny if you unlocked a wish function, but thatâs unlikelyâŠ)
Instead, you found a dusty ore.
âGreat.â You muttered dryly. âJust what I needed.â
It was amber in color, same as the clothes the man wore in the wall paintings. Youâre at a loss on how you should report this to Yelan.
âBetter than nothing.â You spoke, laughing slightly. That sounded like something Diluc would say. You should buy a dandelion wine after this hard work.
Quickly, you fished out the gloves in your pockets. It was made of nitrile, which should protect the ore from possible oil and moisture from your hands. Yelan was very insistent you wear it.
But as soon as you touched the oreâŠ
Your consciousness slipped away.
There was a man in front of you.
But you couldnât see his face.Â
âDearest âââ ââââŠâ The horned man smiled delicately as he sipped his tea. âIt has been centuries since our first wedding ceremony. Do be honest with me, do you still hold the same passion as before.â
These memories appear to you in a blur.
âNo, I do not.â You heard your voice say as the manâs shoulders slowly deflated. His amber eyes looked down, and his smile began to strain.
With two fingers, you lifted his chin.
âIf anything, my love for you has grown stronger,â you spoke. âFor you and I shall never let our draconic instincts dull, and our union will be the greatest treasure we shall hoard in this never-ending flow of time.â
ââŠ/nâŠ!â
One hand took his scaley hand and the other held his cheek, caressing softly.
âPromise you shall return?â You heard yourself mutter, this time weak and hopeless.
He leaned against your palm, purring as though it might be the last time heâll savor your warmth.
âYou know I do not make promises, âââ âââ.â He spoke firmly. âWhat I keep are contracts. And I have vowed to make you happy, for as long as I live.â
ââŠ(Y⊠(Y/nâŠ. snap⊠outâŠ!â
âContracts normally sound so cold, but your honeyed voice makes it sound so romantic.â
âYou know well, my love, in all my years, Iâve witnessed endless contracts and agreements. Whether it was tangible or verbalâ each one was a significant chapter to someoneâs life.â
The horned man softly detangled your fingers from his long brown hair and kissed your hand.
âBut only one brought forth complete change. Our matrimonial agreement. The contract we signed gave me the most happiness. Iâve never signed a happier contract than this one.â
âAnd I share the same sentiment.â You cooed, almost cheeky. âAnd I hope our future child shall feel our love as well.â
He rested his head on your shoulder and sighed.
âThe day shall come, my love.â He spoke. âJust wait for me, until I fulfilled what the Heavenly Principles desires.â
âOf course,â you hugged him back.Â
âI shall wait for you, my dearestâŠ
â(Y/N)!!!â
You flinched.
Suddenly, youâre not in the mountains. Youâre not hiding under the shade of a tree with warm-hued leaves. You wereâŠ
You were sitting on a patch of grass, just outside the chasm.
And Jing Yuan is mad.
He had a cold unmerciful glare. His built frame towered above you, casting a large shadow. It was already nighttime. Normally, only the moonlight and the lamps from afar should be the only source of light here, but his golden eyes seemed to glow. As though it was ready to call forth an entity you were not prepared to face.
You know the depths of his anger. Years of living inseparable from him has made every communication almost telepathic and that hadnât changed. You can read it in his breaths, in his stiff and tall posture, in his unnerving gaze.
He is threatening you to spill. Saying without words that:
There are fates worse than death.
But your pulse was steady. But your breathing was calm. But your expression was blank.
You werenât terrified.
And you can read that deep down, that scared the General more.
âNay Jung IâŠâ
For a moment, Jing Yuanâs eyes widenedâ as though there was something he was the only one privy to knowing. His face had a mix of surprise and disbelief before he steeled himself.
âNay Jung I?â He scoffed.Â
âWhat of him?â Jing Yuan asked.
âHeâs my soulmate.â
As soon as those words left your mouth, brief incoherent syllables sputtered out of his mouth. You evoked more emotions in him this time around. You saw flashes of shock, what seemed to be happiness, hope, and then utter confusion.
â...What?â
âI saw him.â You said, calm. âI saw him as soon as I touched that rock. My soulmateâ he had long hair and eyes like a dragonâ I think he was a dragon, and so was I. I think my soulmate is in Liyue and heâs hiding behind the name Nay Jung I.â
Jing Yuan opened his mouth, before thinning his lips.
This time, you were certain.
He was not only mad. Jing Yuan was sorely disappointed.
âI understandâŠâÂ
You know the expression on his face. You read him like a discipline you mastered in epigraphy. He thinks thatâŠÂ
You have gone âcuckoo.â
He turned around, no longer facing you.
âIâm sorry then, (Y/n).âÂ
Jing Yuan does not sound sorry to you.
âWhat for?â
There was silence for a moment, before he spoke again, voice bitter and vile.
He was not sorry.
He was furious.
He was hurt.
He was jealous.
âNay Jung I is the leader behind the past terrorist attacks.â He paused. âAnd I killed him.â
You havenât recovered ever since.
Every medical âprofessionalâ youâve encountered told you that you were hysterical. That you just hallucinated what you saw. It isnât possible that the visions you saw were Nay Jung I anyway.Â
Maybe they were right about the last part, you donât want to believe it.Â
It was in your instincts. That man had to be your husband in the past. Who cares if you came from another world? Maybe you were an Expy. You had to be. That personâ the one who reminded you of a cuckoo bird in those wallsâ had to be you in another universe.Â
It had to be.
Your real soulmate is out there.
And Nay Jung I isnât dead.
But youâve never been good at persuading others.
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âGeneral Jing Yuan, is (Y/n)âŠ?â
Outside the apartment, Mister Zhongli and Jing Yuan stood by the window, peaking at your form. You were so engrossed by your inner conflicts that you couldnât hear them.
âTheyâll⊠move on from you, eventually.â Jing Yuan spat back coldly. âIâm not the God of Contracts, but I keep promises that do not fail.â
Zhongliâs face crumpled in anguish.
âMay I ask a question? Just to sate a bit of curiosity, of course.â
Jing Yuanâs eyes narrowed. Zhongli took that as a yes.
âAre you Nay Jung I?â He asked. âI did not see his name on the list of the deceased criminalsââ
âYes, he and I are the same,â Jing Yuan silenced him. âNay Jung I is an anagram of Jing Yuan. You can reorder the letters and confirm it for yourself.â
Originally, Jing Yuan had hoped to woo you with a romantic tale of an anonymous admirer. But, in your delirium, you had mistakenly believed that Nay Jung I was the same man in your visions.Â
It was repulsive.
Never before had he wished to scream so loudly. He had not felt this much anger when he discovered the crimes his old friends had done. He had not felt as betrayed as when you claimed love for Nay Jung I, but it was not him.
He wanted to summon the Lightning Lord to destroy Liyue right then and there.
It was a frustration he had never felt before. Not when he was training with Jingliu. Not when he was scolding Yanqing. Not ever.
But Jing Yuan was not an impulsive man.
He prides his patience.
He prefers to scheme quietly rather than flashing bold moves.
Jing Yuan sucked in a breath between his teeth.Â
âI suppose itâs my turn to ask.â
He shut the windows and Zhongliâs heart ached as he could no longer see you.
But then he turned to look at Jing Yuan.
And he knewâŠ
Jing Yuan is much older and wiser than he looks.
âTell me, Rex Lapis,â he spoke sharply. âDid you wed this worldâs version of (Y/n) (L/n) and leave her and her child to die?â
âŠ
âŠ
âŠ
That silence was enough.
Jing Yuanâs private investigations behind your back were right.
In the vast âmulti-verseâ, there is a version of you that married this dragon who descended from his Archon status.
âI... have wrought upon them great suffering. I am unworthy of their affections. Should a day come where (Y/n) enacts the fury of my wife and child on their behalf, it will be justly deserved.â
Zhongli did not further elaborate.
Whatever happened in the past, it still haunted him to this day. Lingering in the back of his mind, dulling his self-confidence and wits. Maybe itâs why Yanfei thought you should investigate the cave. Maybe she wanted the alternate version of âââ âââ to come back.
But she's gone.
Jing Yuan took a step closer.
âYour wife is dead, Rex Lapis. They are my (Y/n), not yours.â
âI-⊠I know.â Zhongliâ noâ Morax spoke, voice laced with grief. âI know she and (Y/n) are not the same, however, IâŠâ
Another step.
âIf you wish for their happiness, you will continue to not speak to them. You have done enough damage.â
Morax closed his eyes mournfully. âI am well aware of thisâ
Another step.
âLet me take care of (Y/n). Let me make them happy.â
And another.
Jing Yuan stared deep into Moraxâs soul.
In all his years of living, it didnât occur to Morax that heâd find another familiar cuckoo again.
But it wasnât his wife.
Jing Yuan took another step.
This man in front of him was pushing and pushingâŠ
âLet this conversation be a verbal contract,â he said. âThat I, Jing Yuan, vow to make (Y/n) happy, and that you, Rex Lapis, shall step down as a final way to atone your sins of uxoricide and filicide. Do you accept?â
Like a cuckoo throwing an egg off the nest.
Forgive me, dearest âââ âââ.
I am unworthy of you, let alone this alternate incarnation of yourself.
Morax inhaled deeply. He remains in his head, yet he can't escape the present. The more time he spent searching inside himself for solutions over his approximately 6000 years in Teyvat, the more evident it became what the sensible path of action was. With open eyes, Morax welcomed the return of the present. He observed the vivid hues of existence. In the vicinity, he heard Jing Yuan's pet cuckoo bird. But most of all, he felt his age.
Whatever time was appropriate to dream of a familyâ it had long passed him.
I am but an old man who deserves to fade away quietly.
And heâŠ
Has the same vigor Morax once had.
That obsessed look.
That tight, suffocating hold.
Just like staring at a reflection of himself, centuries passed.
Jing Yuan, too, was a man depraved. Worse, he is a man who lost everything, clinging only to (Y/n) as his only solace in Teyvat.
Morax noticed the way Jing Yuan took a walk with you, with one arm draping around your shoulder to ward off those he deemed unwanted.
Morax noticed the way Jing Yuan brags about you with his men in each available opportunity, socially claiming you his.
Morax noticed the way Jing Yuan glares at someone who got too close when he thought you werenât looking, pushing suitors away.
Morax noticed the way Jing Yuan rarely talks about his story and would rather talk about something you had done, making you a large part of himself.
Morax noticed the way Jing Yuan only cares about you, and not even a sliver for himself.
He would rather not see him destroy himself the way he had done long ago.
And just like that, the General got rid of his greatest rivalâ Liyueâs archon and your husband from another life.
He is out of the nest.
âI accept.â
May June can now message Jing Yuan
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thinking about mom finding a thong that she definitely did not nor would not buy me in the laundry.
sheâs furious, marches upstairs. she throws the door open while iâm sprawled out naked on the floor, two fingers deep in my pussy in front of my mirror. we both freak out, although she gains her composure much quicker. âwhat do you think youâre doing young lady? youâre going to explain to me exactly what youâre hoping comes out of you wearing things like this!â she holds the lingerie up for me to see. iâm so embarrassed, i manage to stutter out: âmom, canât you see iâm busy?! g-get out.â not good enough, apparently. she grabs my hand, still dripping, and pulls me to my feet.
âwhile youâre in my house, you donât make the rules. sit down, and tell me why you have these.â i shuffle over to my bed and sit down, trying to grab a pair of pants or a shirt or anything to cover myself. mom sees and snaps at me âokay, so youâre too good for clothes around strangers, but youâre embarrassed around me? give me a break. stop. tell me about these already.â
she isnât taking no for an answer. âi, I thought they looked cute, no other reason!â her demeanor changes. sheâs no longer as stern-looking. sheâs almostâŠinquisitive? âhm, well iâll be the judge of that. here. put them on.â âwh-what?â âyou heard me. show me what they look like on you.â i hesitantly take the pair of panties from her, slide them on. god, they barely cover anything, sheâs gonna kill me.
âi think you have a point. they do look really good on you. but you definitely shouldnât be wearing them out. clearly, all youâre thinking about is sex. so hereâs whatâs going to happenâ
i watch in shock as she stands up, unbuttons her jeans, and pulls her cock out, pulling a string of precum away
âum, uh-â is the only thing i can manage to get out. i should be disgusted, but between being interrupted while i was touching myself, and the way her curves enrapture me, the only other reaction i have is to stare
âwhat, baby? this is what you wanted, isnât it? to be fucked in a thong? lay down on the bed.â
i honestly cannot believe whatâs happening. i donât know how to react
âdo what i say!â, she snaps . âyouâve been so aloof, itâs time i reminded you whoâs in chargeâ as taken aback as i am, i donât know what other choice i have
i do as iâm told, and lay down on my back. âthatâs a start. now show me what you were doing before i came inâ i hesitate for a moment, and then start to rub my clit through the lingerie. god, it feels so good.
âgood girl, just like that.â my eyes follow her as she pulls off her jeans and panties, and then grabs my thighs to pull me closer to her dripping cock.
âare you wet for mommy? hm, you want mommyâs cock?â almost instinctually, i let out a breathy âyesssâ
she pulls the thong to the side, once again revealing what she definitely shouldnât be anywhere near. i donât care anymore. i want it
her tip grazes against my soaked pussy, not quite pushing inside. âtell me how much you want it, honey. itâll be our little secret.â fuck, sheâs so mean. âso, so bad, mommy. please fuck me, iâll do anythingâ
she bites her lip and sinks her cock into me, burying as deep as she can, quickly followed by her pulling back and then forward again
âyouâre such a good slut for me, arenât you? god, youâre so fucking wet, i knew youâd do whatever it took to get offâ why is she able to read my thoughts like this? âmom, you feel so good, donât stop.â
she doesnât. even when i start to orgasm, she only fucks me harder. the ecstasy of my mom making me cum over and over reduces me to tears, moans, and the occasional âfuck fuck fuck fuckâ
then i can feel it coming on, the big one. âmom, iâmâŠgonna cum.â âgood girl, thatâs what i wanted to hearâ she picks up her pace, puts her thumb on my clit âcum for mommy, babyâ that pushes me over the edge, i clench a fistful of sheets as a wave of bliss, the best orgasm iâve ever had washes over me. i barely notice mom moaning louder than before, but then feel her release inside me
the warmth of her cum immediately starts to leak out of me as soon as she pulls out. before i can react to anything that just happened, sheâs putting on her clothes.
âwait, mom, donât you want to hold on a second?â âthat was nice, honey, but your sister is coming over and the laundry isnât done yet. get cleaned up and dressedâ
yeah sheâs treating me like her personal whore, but iâd be lying if i said i donât like it
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I Need You | Part 7
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 8
Authorâs Note: I am LOVING all of your comments on each part. So many of them either brought a smile to my face or made me actually laugh out loud, so thank you!!
Summary: You can't hide your emotions anymore and some things aren't what they seem to be.
Pairing: Azriel x Reader
Warnings: angst, talks of torture, let me know if I need to add any others :)
Azriel and Rhys came running into your room.
"What happened?" Rhys shouted as you stood there crying
Both of the Illyrians looked over to where the shattered glass laid, realizing what had happened. The shadowsinger gave Rhys a look letting him know he would fix this.
Rhys had everyone leave the house and stayed close by in case Az needed help.
"Hey, sunshine, let me help you" he barely whispered while taking steps towards you.
"You!" you screamed at him "You left me. You didn't care enough to let me know you weren't coming. And you didn't care enough to save me. I needed you and you were gone."
You took a deep breath and continued
"When they showed up to take me, I looked around for you. Thinking you would show up and save me. Now that I think about it, maybe I'm the stupid one. For believing you would choose to spend time with me instead of her for once. How stupid could I be? When I was being tortured all I wanted was to let go, to die. And not because the pain was too much, but because I knew that coming back and seeing the pity on your face would be so much worse. Seeing you finally 'care' about me because you feel guilty would break me beyond fixing." you took steps toward him as you yelled
His back was now against the wall.
"And now I'm broken! Nothing can fix this. And Cassian, poor Cassian was forced to watch while they rid me of my clothes and beat me. Why couldn't you just love me back? I needed you" You were pounding on his chest with your fists and he let you.
You could barely see through the tears. It felt nice to get some of it out. You collapsed into his chest, still yelling and crying. His arms wrapped around you, holding you to him and you both sank down to the ground. You were now resting on his lap and he held you while he cried.
"I needed you, I needed you." you cried "I need you"
"I know, I'm right here. I promise I'm not going anywhere." He spoke with his lips on your head. His own tears falling faster.
You eventually fell asleep on his lap and he carried you to his room. He laid you down on his bed and was about to go clean up the mess when you grabbed his arm.
"Please don't go" you spoke
"You want me to stay?" he wanted to make sure he heard you right.
"Yes" you stated, you couldn't keep the act up anymore. You needed your best friend back for right now. He could explain himself later.
He pulled up a chair next to his bed as you got comfortable under his covers. It was silent for a few minutes, your head was pounding from all the crying you had been doing.
"I always hoped that my mom had got away somehow and was out there looking for me." you whispered, barely audible
"Every time I went somewhere on a mission, I sent my shadows out to look for her, just in case." Azriel confessed just as soft
A small smile grew on your face, and with a million thoughts swirling through your head, you went to sleep.
You woke up the next morning and saw Az sleeping on the chair next to you. As quietly as you could, you slipped out of bed and went to your room. Everything had already been cleaned up and the guilt from the night before started to creep in.
Feyre was sitting on the edge of your bed, holding the note from Elain.
"I promise Elain truly meant well with the flowers." your High Lady told you
"I don't know why I did what I did last night, I'm sorry-" you started but she stopped you before you could finish.
"No, I would have probably done the same thing. Her note was, well, pathetic. But you have to understand that she wanted to apologize to you but was embarrassed. So, she thought the flowers would have been good for now." Feyre explained
"I was tortured and she's embarrassed?" you couldn't understand.
"When you're ready, maybe try talking to Elain? You deserve a true apology but only when you are ready. And while you're at, try talking to Cassian too. You both went through a lot together and it might help you. He won't say it but he's struggling." Feyre spoke while standing and walking over to you.
She pulled you into a hug and you let her. You leaned into her and she hugged you tighter. You were ready to accept help from your family.
You got dressed after she left and were going to head down to the kitchen to see if anyone else was up.
As you left your room, you heard a few voices coming out of Azriel's. You couldn't help but pause and listen.
"And why have you been so quiet? You were there, you saw what she went through. You should be trying to help her. Instead you've been avoiding her" Az spoke
"Alright lets stop-" Rhys started to say
"Why have I been so quiet?" Cassian asked sarcastically "Hmm let me think? Maybe it's because I stood there completely helpless while I had to watch Y/N be stabbed over and over again, dragged by her hair, relentlessly beat?!" His voice rose with every word
"And did you know, on top of all that, as she was about to be tortured in front of me, she comforted me? She told me that it was ok, that she could take it, told me to not worry about her?! He had the knife raised in his hand about to stab her, and all she could think of was to comfort me? I do not deserve her kindness and friendship. None of us do."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that." the shadowsinger told his friend
"It's fine. It's just so hard to look at her and not see the fear and pain in her eyes. I failed her and I don't know how to make that up to her." Cass responded
"Listen, she just needs us to be us right now. She needs love and support. All we can do is be there for her." Rhys told them
"I'm just happy she showed emotion last night. Having her scream at me is so much better than her pretending she's ok." Az said
So Cass wasn't disgusted with you, he just felt guilty?
You opened Azriel's bedroom door and walked straight to Cassian.
"Y/N" the male stuttered, not knowing what else to say
You wrapped your arms around him and after a moment he embraced you too. You stood like that for a couple of minutes before separating, still keeping your hands on his arms.
"If you weren't with me in that dungeon, I would've given up. I wouldn't have had the strength to keep fighting. You were there for me, and that was all I needed." you told Cass
Azriel flinched at that last sentence. He knew you didn't say it to hurt him but he will never forgive himself for what he did.
Cassian sniffled, "Well, I think I could use a drink after these past few days, shall we crack open the most expensive bottles Rhys owns?"
"Seeing as it is still morning, I think we should save the drinking until later." Rhys chuckled
The four of you laughed and it felt good. You missed this so much.
"I'll take you up on that offer, but how about after dinner?" you offered
"Sounds perfect" "I'm in" Rhys and Cass responded at the same time
The three of you looked at Az and the male smiled and nodded.
You were looking forward to hopefully having a simple night just sitting with your family and enjoying their company. But right now, you needed to find Elain.
You were exhausted pretending everything was ok, and you figured talking to her could help.
After checking the kitchen with no success, you headed to your second guess of where she was at. The garden. You spotted her immediately, bent over some beautiful flowers.
"Hello, Elain" You started
"Oh! Y/N, I wasn't expecting to talk to you so soon. Um- I need to tell you, I...well I really didn't know...." the girl choked out
She seemed so nervous and upset.
"Elain, I'm here to apologize" you spoke softly and took a seat next to her. Her eyes growing wide at your words.
"What?? No, you were kidnapped and tortured and all because I was jealous of you? No I need to apologize. I didn't know the extent of what happened to you until after I sent the flowers. I was told that you were hurt but it wasn't until last night that Rhys showed me what you went through.. I am deeply sorry" she told you
"You were jealous of me?" you questioned
"It's stupid.. after everything that occurred with Graysen, I was scared to feel that pain again. When I first got here, Azriel was so kind to me. I started to get that feeling again and was terrified of being hurt. Az was so close to you so I convinced him to stay with me. I was embarrassed that I let myself act like this over a male. I am appalled with myself." Elain admitted
"You couldn't have known those men were after me. Am I hurt that you tried to keep my closest friend from me? Yes, but you should not carry the burden and guilt of my trauma because of that... and the flowers did come off as a little insensitive" you elbowed her playfully as you spoke the last part, hoping she would see it as a sort of truce.
She looked up at you with embarrassment on her face.
"In my defense, Nesta helped me write the card, and you know she's not very good at emotional apologies" Elain said and you both giggled
After a moment, the air seemed to turn serious again.
"He couldn't have known either," she gently added, "have you talked to him yet?"
"Well, I screamed at him and blamed him for a lot of it last night but besides that, no I haven't talked to him. The problem isn't just that he stood me up that night, which led to all of this. He started drifting away from me long before that and it hurt like hell." you admitted to her
"Ask him why. Be straight forward with him and perhaps he will do the same with you." she advised you
You gave the middle Archeron sister a genuine smile and went back inside.
That wasn't as hard as you thought it would be. You felt lighter after all that clarification but there was still something big weighing you down.
You needed to find Azriel next and you had a feeling this conversation wouldn't be as easy as the last.
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p2: three reasons why you can't stand co-star!james potter
co-star!james potter x actress!reader
summary: you were finding the first days of shooting your new TV show to be absolutely amazing, aside from the fact that you absolutely could not stand your co-star James Potter. unfortunately for you, you spent enough time around him to narrow down his most irritating qualities to only three:
a/n: hey so this took waayyy longer than i would've hoped to release, but i promise this series is not going anywhere, so tysm for all the loveee and all ur guys' patience <33
also pls pls pls feel free to send in prompt requests for this series i am so all ears
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1. He was insufferably good at his job
You wished you could say working with James Potter was such a challenge because he was simply bad at his job. But the thing was: he wasn't. It turned out he was really the impeccably good actor that your director Minerva seemed to swear he was, as if the talent truly was seeping through his veins. Somehow, that only made working with him more frustrating to you.
"Aaron, you've got to believe me."
James had come to you during the middle of hair and makeup and asked you to rehearse lines with him even before official rehearsals for the day's shooting began, saying it would make him feel more prepared. And, as much as you hated it, you felt the same. Your only regret was thinking you'd be able to stand him and his arrogance before seven in the morning.
"Why should I, Cassidy?"
The brunette responded to you fully in character, leaning back against a nearby vanity with his long legs crossed in front of him as you sat in your cushioned chair. He apparently got out of hair and makeup in under a matter of minutes, looking effortlessly put together with his curls hanging perfectly over his foreheadâyou didn't have the same luck. Your lovely makeup artist Mary seemed to be unbothered by the interruptions, continuing on with your makeup as you rehearsed your lines, though you caught her amused smile every once in a while from her reflection in the mirror.
"Because..." you began, trying to stay in character as your brain scrambled for your next line.
"You're supposed to say," cut in James, "'-because we can only trust each other right now.'"
"Please stop telling me my lines, James." You repeated the irritated request you'd uttered all morning to him as you put a tired hand to the bridge of your nose, one that Mary moved away hurriedly.
"Watch your makeup," she pleaded with a powder-filled brush to your nose , and you winced apologetically.
"Did you just want me to stand here and wait for you to remember them?" James's voice poked at you irritatingly as you stared up at him from your seat.
"Yes, that's exactly what I want." You fought from rolling your eyes. "You could at least give me a second. I didn't even ask for my line."
He raised his brows with an acquiescent sigh. "Whatever the lady wants."
Ignoring him, a skill you were growing like a muscle, you cleared your throat in focus, trying not to move too much as Mary blended some product on your neck. "Because we can only trust each other right now."
James quickly jumped back into character, right on time. "That didn't mean anything to you the other night."
"I already told you I'm sorry for that. When I heard all the rumors, I ..." you cursed at yourself as your mind drew another painful, embarrassing blank.
"-I didn't know what to think." James looked anything but guilty as his voice met your ears once again, finishing your line for you without fail.
"James!" You glared at him, doing your best to stay out in your chair and not storm out of the trailer he'd so brazenly infiltrated. You shook your head to yourself through your reflection in the brightly lit mirrors . "You're impossible."
James shrugged innocently. "I don't get why you're mad at me for trying to help."
"I'm not."
He scoffed, putting a dramatic hand to his chest. "So is this what you look like when you're happy with me?" The corner of his aggravating lips lifted along with his shoulder in a small shrug, before turning away again. "Isn't very much like how I've pictured it."
You didn't miss the way Mary let out a small breath of laughter from her nose as she switched over to doting on your hair. You gritted your teeth.
"IÂ mean, I'm not mad at you for helping. I'm mad at you because you're annoying."
He crossed his arms defensively, his lips still quirked up, and you fought against the urge within you that had your eyes following the movement of his biceps. "I'm annoying?"
The feigned disbelief in his voice snapped your back to your right mind.
"Yes," you answered plainly. "You and your posh accent."
Maybe you'd stopped making sense, but it was too early for you to care. James was watching your meltdown with what you could only identify as merriment, his unfortunately unignorable presence taking up too much space in the cramped makeup trailer.
Thankfully choosing to ignore the part about his accent, he put up his hands innocently. "Last time I checked, I wasn't the one who keeps forgetting their lines."
"We just got the updated script for this episode last night." You shifted in your chair to face him, and you heard Mary wince from behind you, probably getting fed up with how much you were moving around, though you were too annoyed to stop yourself. "How the hell are you already off-book?"
James shrugged smugly, shoving his hands in his pockets as he leaned forward. You squinted your eyes at him. "An actor never reveals his secrets, love."
You twisted your mouth in disgust at his wordsâbecause you definitely felt something as he said them, whether it was disgust or not you didn't want to think aboutâand probably only made him more satisfied. "Mary," you groaned, looking at her through the mirror in front of you. "I think I'm going to be sick."
She shook her head and gave your reflection a sharp look back. "Not in that freshly ironed shirt you're not."
You sighed, settling back into your chair and sparing another glance at the man to your right. He tipped his head at you, almost tauntingly, and you felt your jaw tighten. It was going to be a long day.
2. Everyone else seemed to love him
You'd been going about your Thursday innocently, filming scenes when called uponâfinally having memorized all your lines properlyâand somehow getting through the morning without any irritating interactions with your least favorite person on set at the moment. That good feeling, of course, could only last so long.
"What's this?"
Minerva, your director, had been walking around set with you until you both stopped at the sight of a crowd forming outside one of the sets. You followed her, making your way through the crowd of your fellow actors and crew members until you were met with a nauseating sight: James Potter.
At the sight of your director, his already proud smile grew to a beaming one, almost blinding, as he greeted her. "We've all been really busy with this week's filming schedule, Minnie, and you mentioned what a hassle it's been ordering enough food for everyone every day with our budget, so I pulled some strings and got my family's chef to cater our lunch."
Your jaw slacked as he nodded his head to his left, where a number of tables were set up with what looked like pizza ingredients, a moustached-man in a chef hat standing behind the scene proudly. You couldn't believe your eyes. Apparently, neither could the woman next to you.
"Oh my- James this is ... amazing!" Minervaâor Minnie, as James somehow had grown accustomed to calling herâturned to your co-star, expression as bright and beaming as James's crowd-pleasing smile was. "But you shouldn't have gone to all this trouble-"
"It was no trouble at all. Francis was more than happy to help."
He waved a hand at the chef, who you assumed was the 'Francis' in question, who nodded back at him happily with a pizza cutter in his hand. It was like something out of a movie, the way everyone clapped for James who stood at the front of the crowd like the beloved man he was. You felt sick to your stomach.
"What's wrong? Do you not like the pizza?"
You'd taken your lunch shamefully, making sure to hide your amazement at the endless selection of pizza toppings that James had arranged at the build-your-own-pizza station, and were sitting with Remus, who you'd met at auditions for the show and luckily got casted in a role other than one that'd gone to James, and Sirius, another one of your co-stars who you'd quickly become friends with since you spent practically all your time on set nowadays.
You looked up at Remus briefly before returning your gaze to the pizza in front of you, the perfect slice underneath the sun seeming to taunt you. "No," you grumbled. "The pizza's amazing."
Sirius chuckled. "You'd think you'd be happy about that."
"I would, aside from the fact that it was Potter who brought it in."
The black-haired man tipped his head at you curiously. "What's your problem with James again?"
You shook your head forebodingly. "Don't tell me he's brainwashed you both with his hundred-dollar pizza too."
"I doubt the pizza's that much money." Remus bit into the slice in his hand, talking through the bite. "But it is pretty delicious."
"It is," Sirius nodded. "It was pretty nice of him to cover lunch for the day. If anything, you'd think you'd like him more for this."
You groaned. "He brought in his family's private chef, for God's sake. It's not like he rescued a cat from a tree or something."
Sirius and Remus shared a look as you spoke. You knew you sounded ridiculous, but you currently lacked enough dignity to care as yet another slice of pizza sat on your plate, ready to be eaten.
"James is actually a really nice lad," reasoned Sirius. "Take it from us. We kind of grew up with him."
That fact had yet to escape you as soon as you'd met the two of them. According to the stories they'd relayed to you, Remus's mum had been an on-set tutor to James growing up when he was acting in some movie, while Sirius's parents had been producers for some of James's parents' films. Safe to say, the three of them certainly left you feeling inexperienced in the world of acting.
"James should be the least of your worries," urged Remus. "He's harmless."
"If he's so harmless, then why has he gone out of his way to be a pain in my ass since I met him?"
Sirius snorted. "We said he's harmless, not that he's not an idiot sometimes."
"But," Remus added, "whatever James has done, just know that it always comes from a good place. The man doesn't have a mean bone in his body."
You sighed inwardly. The James Potter you knew seemed to be very different from the one that everyone else seemed to be familiar with, and it was driving you crazy.
3. He was an obnoxious flirt
When you said 'flirt', you not only meant that he flirted with youâunfortunatelyâbut that he seemed to flirt with anyone in sight, whether he realized it or not. In fact, you'd been forced to watch as he smooth-talked one of the hairstylists on set for the past ten minutes.
You couldn't hear everything they were saying, thank god, but you were sure she was probably more charmed by the fact that his last name was Potter than anything he could remotely come up with to win her over. You'd had enough conversations with him to know that the movie-star smiles he offered were enough to charm people before they realized just how insufferable he was.
After what felt like hours, he said something to the woman in parting and left her looking flushed and smiley as he strolled away. You sighed, happy to finally be rid of distractions, and looked back down at the script on your lap that you were trying to memorize but stopped almost immediately as you felt an unwelcome presence lingering from in front of you. You looked up and fought a groan.
James tipped his head at you innocently. "You wanted me?"
You tensed at his phrasing and did your best to go back to ignoring him as you focused back on your script. "I did not."
Not taking the hint, as usual, he stayed put, shoving his hands in his well-tailored pockets. "Well, you've been staring at me for the past ten minutes, so I just assumed you had something to say."
"Well, you assumed wrong." You gave him a tight-lipped smile from where you sat. "And I wasn't staring. I just miraculously found it hard to concentrate on memorizing lines when you were harassing that hairstylist right next to me."
He squinted at you quizzically before shaking his head, finding your banter more amusing than you probably were. "Admit it. You're obsessed with me."
You scoffed, blinking rapidly to truly portray your disbelief. "You wish. Reality is, PotterâI think I hate you."
James peered at you with a glint in his eye like he'd never heard anything more amusing, leaning back against the wall next to you. "You think?"
You shrugged tightly. "The jury hasn't come to a decision just yet." You thought back to the unfortunately delicious pizza he'd provided, and all the things that Remus and Sirius had said to you that stood in stark contrast to practically every other experience you'd had with him.
James grinned, finding teasing you the most entertaining part of his day, even on set for a TV show. "So I still have a chance?"
His eyes glistened and you reeled. "A chance to what? Did you not hear the 'hate' part?"
"Hate is a strong word, don't you think?"
You shook your head. "Strong, but appropriate."
"Ouch." He touched his hand to his chest in that dramatic way he always did, something you blamed on his actor roots. "Your words hurt, you know." You rolled your eyes, truly trying then to get back to memorizing your lines so James would have nothing over you during filming the next day, but he didn't seem to care. "Look, I get it. You said you hate me. But really, I don't think you do."
You sighed, setting your script aside as you looked up at him with finality. "And why is that, Potter?"
"Because," James began, and you didn't like the tease in his tone as he looked down at you. "A little birdie told me you had some say in whether or not they cast me in South Bay. And that you actually encouraged it."
Your lips parted, those words being the last ones you expected him to say after weeks had gone by since the chemistry read. You didn't know who'd ratted you out, but whoever did would be getting a stern talking to. Or a partially stern one, since they were more than likely your boss.
You shrugged weakly at him. "That ... that doesn't mean anything."
James's thick brow lifted effortlessly. "So you're not denying it?"
At his challenging look, you relented with a drop of your shoulders. "I'm not. It's true; I told Minerva I think they should choose you to play Aaron becuase you are good at your job, James. As much as it annoys me. I mean, you're clearly a great actor, you get all your lines memorized overnight, not to mention the entire crew is in love with you for some reason-"
"Oh, I see."
You paused, looking at the way James's slight grin turned into a shit-eating one. "What?"
He tipped his head at you tauntingly. "You're jealous."
You let out a laugh harsher than you meant it to be. "Please. There's nothing about you I could possibly waste my energy being jealous over."
The brunette tutted, and you hated the feeling it sent through you. "For such a great actress, you're not a very good liar."
You felt your breathing shallow for a moment, not knowing what to do with the compliment that flowed so easily from his lips like he hadn't given it a second thought. You pushed the thought aside, focusing on the insult part of his statement instead, and rolled your eyes.
"Look," James continued at your expression. "Jealous or not, we're going to have to work together on this show for God knows how many more months. Years even, if it gets renewed for a second season." The thought both filled you with excitement and dread as it came from James's lips. He looked down at you with an honest curiosity. "How much longer can you go on pretending to hate me?"
You noted that what he was saying was true, letting the words sit in your chest for a moment, but you also noted that you had more fun being petty. You tilted your chin up at him. "Funny that you think I'm pretending."
James put a hand on the table you were sitting at, leaning forward slightly and making you freeze up. "Funny that you're still not a good liar, love."
Your throat felt tight with something you wanted to again dismiss as disgust at both his proximity and the delicate word that fell from his lips. You let an unpleasant pinch form between your brows. "I thought I told you not to call me that."
James felt something warm, almost giddy, form in his chest, and it didn't matter that you looked like you were considering slapping him right then. He let the corner of his lips quirk up. "You're adorable when you're mad."
"Don't call me that either." You huffed, picking up your still un-memorized script and standing. "I'm going to my trailer."
James quirked a brow, following you with only his eyes. "Is that an invitation?"
You rolled your eyes, walking away and calling over your shoulder. "Absolutely not."
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'Fake' Feelings
Zuko x Reader
Summary- In a pinch, you have to pretend to be in a relationship with Zuko. Little do you know it was never pretend for Zuko.
A/N- HAPPY BIRTHDAY @thethreeeyed-raven!!!!! This isn't my typical fandom as y'all know. I wrote this as a birthday gift to my best best best online friend. SHE'S AWESOME. Go check her fics out <3<3! CONTAINS A SINGLE BAD WORD >:)
Word Count- 2,468
"Mai, I already told you. I can't be with you!" Zuko was getting frustrated. While he did love Mai at one point, that was a long time ago. Zuko was now the Fire Lord, their relationship seemed like ages ago.
"And why not Zuko? We've been through this a hundred times. You always come running back, you're so pathetic. May as well cut the middle part and we can act like nothing happened." She stepped closer, pressing herself on his arm. "Like we always do..."
Zuko had finally realized how Mai controlled him. When he was weaker he was naive, now he knew what he wanted. Someone who never put him down, someone who never called him 'Pathetic.'
You.
He immediately thought of you. How you were so strong, but never put others down to feel powerful. How you always spoke your mind, but only out of the kindness you hid deep down.
Your walls were built up so high, but he knew who you were. He knew how beautiful you were.
"I can't be with you because I'm dating someone else." The words left his mouth faster than he could think.
This stopped Mai in her tracks. "Excuse me?"
"Yeah, you're not the only one I am allowed to go out with. We've been broken up for awhile now." Zuko was no longer on the defense, but the attack.
"You do know that I am the only one who could love you. Who could love a traitor, a banished prince. Who else, huh?" Her arms were crossed, a smirk on her face. She knew she outwitted him.
Releasing his bit lip, Zuko exclaims your name.
Her face dropped. She knew exactly who you were. She was furious.
"We'll see about that..." With that, she left the room.
You were on your way to visit Zuko, one of your closest friends, for a 'friend reunion' Sokka had planned. You were of course excited to see him after so long. Though, the ride on Appa was miserable. About a hundred "are we there yet"s and "I'm hungry"s from Sokka.
The five of you- Sokka, Toph, Katara, and Aang made it safely to The Fire Nation shortly.
Upon landing, a man in red robes greeted everyone.
"The Fire Lord sends his deepest regards, as he could not see to you himself. You are instructed to follow me to your rooms." He had a stoic expression, but you guessed he greeted people all the time.
Oh well, Zuko must be very busy as a Fire Lord. You were sad, but couldn't blame him.
What you didn't know was that Zuko was pacing his room, definitely not busy. In reality, he cleared his schedule as much as possible for the week you were all visiting.
How was he going to tell you? He was deeply embarrassed, not to mention Mai might try and pull something with you. He knew not to underestimate her.
The thought of her trying to hurt you was enough to rack up the nerve to confess. He just needed a moment alone with you.
A grand dinner was prepared for the Avatars arrival, the rest of you reaped the rewards of being his friends.
"This is SOO good!" Sokka exclaimed, "Zuko sure has a way with food....." He slammed a fist on the table, before quickly lifting more food to his mouth,
"Sokka, you know he has chefs who make the food, right? Please tell me you know that..." You deadpanned, looking at him.
"Uh... Yeah! Yeah, definitely...." He looked down, that was until a new voice appeared.
"Sokka, did you really think I cooked all this?" Zuko walked to the seat at the head of the table. You noticed you were sat to his right.
It was a Fire Nation tradition that the Lady of the house would sit to the right of the Lord... You brushed the thought off quickly, writing it all off as a coincidence.
"W-well I don't know! You've been working ALL DAY!" Sokka squawked.
The dinner went on smoothly, well as smoothly a dinner can go with this group. You could feel the servants and servers rolling their eyes at all the unprofessional comments, jokes, and laughter.
You didn't care, you were just happy Zuko was able to be himself.
Hours later, when everyone was worn out and had their stomachs filled, they started to head to bed.
You were one of the last to leave, having been helping tidy up as much as you could.
You thanked and farewelled the servers, trying your best to remember where your room was.
The Palace was much bigger than you remembered. The halls upon halls blurred together. You were soon lost.
Every direction you turned looked the same, you started to breathe heavy.
You could already see it, 'cause of death, starvation in the Fire Nation Palace.' Or maybe dehydration would take you quicker?
A man passed by, you were saved! Though, the closer you got the bigger his scowl grew.
"Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Can you help me?" You were nervous asking, it was so 'common' for someone to get lost in a palace. You were sure your cheeks were red.
His face was dark, his eyes covered by his demeanor. For some reason he seemed annoyed at you.
"Sir?"
A hand rested on your shoulder from behind. It started you, putting you into a 'fight mode.'
Turning around swiftly calmed your nerves as quickly as they came. It was Zuko.
"Can I help you?" Zuko was talking to the strange man, who was no longer so 'big and bad.'
"No Fire Lord Zuko, my apologies." He barred his head in a bow and left.
You had a small smile on your lips, "Thanks, he was starting to scare me." While you were positive you could have taken the man, you were tired and didn't really feel like fighting.
"Of course, I can show you to your room." He held his arm out, you took it.
The gesture was friendly, you told yourself. Nothing more.
You must have been lost for awhile, as it took a few minutes to get to your room. The small talk exchanged was nice, but something told you Zuko was hiding something.
At your door, he stopped. "Zuko, do you want to come in? You seem restless."
"Actually, I do have something to tell you..." The tone of his voice scared you.
"Oh, then please sit." He joined you on the edge of your end. The door shut behind you two.
You pushed a strand of hair back, nervously sitting. "What's wrong?"
"I'm not really sure how to tell you this... I really am ashamed to have to ask you for a really big favor..." You had seen him on edge a lot, he was quite the stressor. Nothing like this, though.
"Zuko, anything. What do you need me to do?" You questioned.
He looked down at his hands, "You can tell me. I'm in no position to judge you, you know that."
"I uh," He rubbed the back of his neck, "I told Mai that we were dating so she would stop trying to get with me." He spit out so fast you almost missed what he said.
"Oh."
Well that's not what you thought he would say...
"That's not the worst part." He lowered his face to his hands, "The ball in four days, well I told her you were going with me... She's got Ty Lee lining up suitors for her. Trying to make me mad. Also she uh, she's probably told everyone now..."
"Oh." You were at a loss for words.
"I... I don't know... I'm sorry. This is stupid, at the ball I'll tell everyone what happened. I am so, so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen! It just slipped out an-"
"Zuko."
"Yes?"
"What if you don't have to tell everyone?"
You hadn't looked at him since he started talking. Honestly, a night with Zuko at a ball? It sounded like a dream. Zuko was handsome, kind, generous, and you'd had a crush on him for months. You knew he wouldn't ever really date you... So you might as well seize the opportunity, right? What could go wrong!
The two of you decided it would be wise to not tell anyone else it was fake, as Sokka, Toph, and Aang had big mouths. They'd slip up sooner or later. As for Katara, she wouldn't have kept that big of a secret from Aang.
So, for the next few days you and Zuko spent every second together. At first, it was coming up with plans for the ball. It turned into getting more physically comfortable with each other. That eventually escalated to spilling each other's deepest secrets, ya know... just in case...
Even in four days, you found yourself going from a crush to madly in love. You found out his quirks, what made him tick, his hidden likes and dislikes. Not a second was spent apart.
The afternoon before the ball you were stressed. It had been easy up until the ball. You just had to be yourself around Zuko, now you had to pretend in front of hundreds...
Katara helped you pick out a beautiful red and black dress. To match Zuko's of course.
A big scene was planned out between the two of you, Zuko would introduce you to everyone in an announcement and you'd walk don't the grand starts arm in arm with him.
It was fun to imagine and talk about, but now the 'what ifs' were running wild.
You somehow made your way to Zuko's room, knocking hesitantly. He begrudgingly opened, but became excited when he saw you.
"Zuko, I'm terrified." He quickly guided you into his room.
"What happened?"
"What if I fall? What if no one likes me? It's a lot of steps it-" He cut you off.
"Hey, it's okay... We can throw everything out the window. Just saw the words."
You swallowed thick. "No, no just... Just promise you'll be there? For me?"
Your name was a whisper on his lips, "Ill always be here for you... Just imagines its only us up there... Just normal day."
You nodded, more relaxed knowing he'd be by your side through I tall. It also gave you a wicked feeling of comfort to know he was still willing to do whatever you preferred. He would have ended the lie immediately if you asked, but you wanted to be there for him as well. To make sure Mai would leave him alone.
The Palace was bustling with people, waiters, food, activities, and entertainment. It all came to an abrupt stop when Lord Zuko appeared.
It was comical, trumpets blared and all head turned.
"Fire Lord Zuko, accompanied by-" Your name seemed unreal on his lips. To be announced with a Fire Lord? You felt you didn't deserve it.
You slowly walked into view of everyone, whispers erupting. To be 'accompanied by' was essentially dating for Lords and Ladys.
All eyes were on you as you took Zuko's arm, walking down the steps. You felt light, your grip tightening on Zukos.
"Almost there, I'm right here." His words were all the comfort you needed.
Music resumed and the party goers continued their fun.
That was expect for one person. Mai. She marched up to you, her questioning eyes on guard. Watching her march over sparked a fury in you, the fire started and didn't stop until you spoke.
"Hello Mai. How can I help you? Is your father well, since he lost his job as Governor and all..." You passively aggressively asked, a mock frown on your face.
"What would you know about Governor dad's and all? You grew up poor." Damn, she got you there.
"I guess the difference in poor and rich is personality. Cause you don't have one..." You shrugged your shoulders at her, biting back a laugh.
"At least Zuko loved me for who I am, not who I was pretending to be." She remarked, not really knowing why Zuko loved her or you.
"Damn Mai, you must know a lot about pretending. Seeing as you're a two faced bitch. Should I go and tell Ty Lee you called her an 'easy bed'." A gasp left her lips in shock, how did you know she said that? Well, you wouldn't tell her, but a gossiping Fire Sage spilled the beans.
Zuko, who had been temporarily called away to exchange pleasantries with a Navy Captain, had returned.
"Mai, I see you've met my girlfriend." He said, snaking a hand around your waist. Chills were sent up your spine.
She gave a scoff, "It'll never last. You're only in it because he's the Fire Lord." She pointed to you, then him, "And you, you just seemed to pick up the next girl you saw laying around. Talk about a downgrade. When you get tired of her, i'll be waiting." She walked away.
"What is her problem!" You exclaimed, face hot with anger.
"Jealousy, I think." He said.
You turned to face him completely. "What for, she doesn't even seem to like you anymore?"
"Maybe cause you're prettier than her?" He said, not realizing his own words.
Your cheeks were now flushed for a different reason. You swiped your lips with your tongue before speaking, "Thank you..."
Hours of dancing, partying, and eating went by. Everyone bought the act easily, you and Zuko were naturals at dating. The fun died down, and many were starting to go back home.
Zuko walked you back to your room, hand in hand.
"Thank you. I really cannot thank you enough, just ask. Whatever you want is yours." Zuko said, still grasping your hands at your bedroom door.
"I don't need anything. This was really fun actually, I know you were just pretending... but i've had the best time the past five days."
"Pretend?" His face screwed up, like he was in denial.
You blinked a few times, own lip curling. "Well, I mean... You made it pretty clear this was all just an act. I-I am not hurt." You were, but wouldn't let him know.
"Words cannot express how genuine these days have been... Oh gosh, I haven't felt this free since I was a child." He pressed on, serious.
"Y-you mean, none of this has been fake to you?"
"Well, I know you signed up for 'fake'." He looked over you, face uncertain.
With a step forward you spoke, "This hasn't been fake for me either..."
"Really?" He pressed his chest to your slightly, hand wavering around your waist. "Because I don't think I could live if you're lying right now."
"Will this answer your questions?" You leaned up, closing the gap and kissing him.
A/N-Thank you for reading, I haven't fully watched ATLA In a little bit sorry if Zuko is OOC!! When it's not midnight and I'm not super tired, I will edit any mistakes!
#avatar the last airbender#netflix avatar#avatar aang#Zuko x reader#prince zuko#zuko x y/n#zuko x reader#katara atla#mai atla#fire nation#azula
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My Woman. My Woman. My Wife.
Title comes from this song:
Request: All the sihtric ficsđ just fluffâŠmingled with angst. I just know heâs the most attentive lover ever. Always bringing flowers, making you laugh(bc his one liners are hilarious), sharing his furs with you⊠but I know he must have a temper. And heâs always gone away for so long. Poor rat boy probably thinks heâd be a terrible husband because of how often heâs gone for long periods of time. But heâs notđ heâs the best husband ever. Anyway I got carried away, just all the sihtric things
@canyonmoon-2 I really hope I did your idea justice xx
Warnings: Details the loss of a baby and the grief in the aftermath of that loss. If that isn't for you, or it's too traumatic please don't read, protect your peace and you can catch me next time xx
Not proof read but mistakes will be corrected in time.
Requests are open:
The ride back to Winchester seemed to be taking longer the closer he actually got to the city.
He was beginning to feel lightheaded with dizziness at the thought of seeing you again.
Sihtric was besotted with you, had been from the moment he laid eyes on you, catching your eye across the square, hauling your cart of produce to sell at the market.
At first he was too shy to even look you in your eye as he paid for apples he didnât even need, but as soon as your fingers accidentally brushed, he couldnât help but delight in the shy smile that you shot his way, as you wished him to have a good day.Â
He couldnât help but offer to escort you to your homestead that night, he had claimed it was to keep you safe but instead it was to steal a few more moments with you, you had walked in easy silence until you suddenly stopped and turned to face him.
âYou havenât told me your name.â you giggled and Sihtricâs face lit up âYouâre walking me all this way and I donât even know your name.â
âYou would let a man you donât know walk you home and you never even thought to ask his name. A pagan man at that. What would your nailed god say?â
âI know you are one of Uhtredâs men,â you considered.
âAnd that is the only reason you would allow me to accompany you?â Sihtric teased.
âThat is the main reason, but I do have others,â you teased back.
âAnd what would those other reasons be lady?â he quirked his head to examine your face and you smiled, that gorgeous smile his way again.
âPerhaps we should start with your name first,â you giggled and goddamn it Sihtric wanted to get down on his knee right then and there for you, âI am Sihtric, lady,â he smiled, suddenly shy and you considered him for a moment, âI am y/n.âÂ
And so that became your weekly routine, Sihtric would walk you home from the market and you would chat easily. He would linger awkwardly outside your home, neither one of you wanting to say goodbye until the day when he got a sudden surge of confidence, Thor knows from where and sprung forward to press his lips against yours. You absolutely melted into his touch and giggled when he pulled away, his whole face lighting up with a smile, âI have been waiting weeks for you to do that Sihtric,â you giggled and for good measure he kissed you again.
âSihtric, you barely know her,â Uhtred warned.
âI know enough lord,â he uttered shyly and Gisela considered him gently.
âYou love her,â she eased after a while and Sihtricâs face broke out in a smile again.
âAnd she loves me. She tells me all the time,â he rushed before his cheeks lit up crimson with embarrassment, and Gisela couldnât help her amused smile.Â
She reached a hand to Uhtred who frowned her way at first, a silent conversation happening between their eyes.
âVery well Sihtric, you may marry your lady,â he sighed but Sihtric had already taken to running.
âThank you. Thank you lord,â he shouted over his shoulder and he was away to find you scooping you into his arms, peppering kisses to any part of your skin he could reach.
Sihtric was the most attentive man you had ever known. He loved you in ways you hadnât even known possible. There was not a single moment you were together that his hands were not on yours. You joked that he should climb inside you and live in your skeleton more than once, but you had a feeling that he wouldâve if he could. Opting instead to be inside you in the only way he could, as many times a day as you would allow, and you would never refuse him.
Nobody had ever loved Sihtric, no one had ever been tender with him. No one had ever shown him that he was worthy of beautiful things and you vowed to spend every day of your life proving to him that he did.Â
Gentle hands traced scars and kissed the parts of his skin that had been broken by his fatherâs cruelty and sometimes the feeling was so intense for Sihtric he could barely bring himself to look you in the eye.
âWhat is it love?â you murmured pressing kisses to his his worried brow.
âI have to go away with Uhtred again.âÂ
âTo battle?â you asked gently, caressing his face.
âTo battle,â he confirmed.
âSihtric, you love being a warrior. What is this about?âÂ
âI donât want to be without you. To go back to how it felt before I knew you. The darknessâŠâ
âI will be here waiting for you. Right here,â you took his hand and placed it over your chest, âFeel my heart, know it is real and it belongs to you. I will be here, loving you.âÂ
Sihtric surged forward and pressed his lips to your needily, feeling reassured that his woman would be waiting for him.
You had built a wonderful life together with Sihtric, and you were happier than you had been in your life, but Sihtric struggled with leaving you every time.
He was weary from the ride but the thought of you pressed him forward.Â
As soon as he and Finan dismounted, Finan urged him to come for a drink in the alehouse but Sihtric was furiously shaking his head and excitedly told him he was away to find his wife.Â
He burst through the door of your home, flowers in hand, calling your name but the smile slipped from his face when instead of being greeted by the sight of his wife, he was instead greeted by Hild.
âWhere is she Hild?â he almost shrieked, panic coursing through him, making it hard to breathe.
Hild squeezed his arm gently and as reassuringly as she could, but her face was grave, and she led him through to the bedroom, where Sihtric collapsed down to his knees by your side, the sight of your deathly pale skin and gaunt face, enough to send him into a spiral.
âWhat is it? My love? My Life?â he was begging, stroking your hair, he wanted to pull away from the coldness of your skin. You were always warm, his warmth his sunshine.Â
âIt was a little boy,â you whispered weakly âWe had a baby boy, Sihtric.âÂ
His head was reeling, he hadnât even known you were pregnant before he left, nor had you.
âI couldnât keep him,â you suddenly cried, giant sobs wracking your weak body, âI lost him. I lost him.â you were hysterical and all Sihtric could do was crush him to you and wrap you up in his arms. Â
Sihtric held you, letting you cry on him until you had no tears left, repeating that he was sorry, he was so sorry, and none of this was your fault, and when your eyes finally slipped closed he allowed his own tears to fall.Â
Hild took him into her embrace when he finally re emerged from the bedroom, and they made their way outside, where under the shade of a leafy oak, he found the small arrangement of burial stones, that he threw himself upon and wept.
âShe insisted we honour your traditions,â Hild finally broke the silence. âI had Giselaâs help, but she arranged the stones herself, nearly killed herself in the process.â
âWill she live?â he finally mustered the strength to beg.
âShe is very weak, and if god..if the gods are good, she will live,â Hild reassuredÂ
âShe has to,â Sihtric whispered âOr you may as well place me here with my boy.âÂ
You regained your strength over the next few weeks, slowly and with the help of Hild and Sihtric. Sihtric never left your side, fetching you food, bringing you extra furs to keep you warm and at night, he pulled you as physically close as possible, lamenting the loss of your warmth, for now you always felt cold to him.
But soon you were back on your feet again, well enough to walk, well enough to have Gisela and Uhtred over for dinner and well enough to make love to Sihtric for the first time in weeks since he had got home.Â
Sihtric was wound tighter than a leash the past few days, his face constantly pulled into a frown lately, and no matter how much you tried you could not seem to pull him from the depths.
âWhat have I told you?â he snapped suddenly, and you lowered your gaze to the floor, âYou are my woman, there is no need for you to do these jobs anymore. I will do it!â he snapped.
You had been attempting to help him ready his horse, as you had done a million times, lifting his heavy saddle bag up to attach to his saddle.
You watched him silently as he roughly threw his things together. You were rarely on the receiving end of Sihtricâs temper but lately you seemed to be finding yourself under it more and more.Â
He made to mount his horse and you couldnât help the phrase that fell from your lips.
âYou blame me for his loss?â you stated but it was more like a question.
Sihtric stilled all action, but he did not turn to face you.
âThat is why you cannot speak to me with tenderness these days. Is it not?â your voice was small and you fiddled with a thread on your sleeve.
âIf you cannot love me anymore. If I cannot make you happy, then I set you free. I told you the night we first made love that you deserved to be happy, and If I cannot do that for you, I set you free. I set you free because I love you more than anything on this earth and I cannot bear you to be this unhappyâÂ
âHow can you still love me?â he snarled, turning to face you, wild eyed.
âI was not here. I left you alone. I left you to endure his loss alone,â he was clawing at the skin on his left forearm, leaving fresh nail marks, an old habit from when Kjartan would lock him in the cellar, knowing a beating or some other form of humiliation was coming his way. If he hurt himself first, the next hurt would never be as bad.Â
âSet me free because you would be better off without my weight around your neck. Set me free so you may find a man who can love you the way you deserve. A man who will never leave you alone another second of his life. But do not dare set me free because you love me. I do not deserve your love, not now and I certainly never did.âÂ
You reached for him, but he pulled his arm from your grasp, your head reeling from his lack of tenderness.
âIf you leave me now Sihtric, in this moment here, that will be the only time you will have abandoned me. The only time you will have left me when I really needed you.âÂ
Sihtric looked at you conflicted, two mismatched eyes trying to frantically find the right thing to say.
âI canât forgive myself,â he finally mumbled âAnd to think you could ever believe that I blame you for his loss. There is only one person at fault here and that is me. Because I cannot promise that I will never leave you alone again.â
âI knew who you were when I agreed to marry you. I knew you then, as I know you now and I know for every time you leave me you will always return.â He finally allowed himself to be pulled into your arms, and you tutted at the unmistakable scratches on his arm, he had been hurting himself for a while.Â
âOh my love,â you cried âAll this time I have thought you were blaming me, but you have been burdening yourself with the blame of this loss.â
Sihtric nodded in your arms and you traced your thumb across the scar on his face, before placing a gentle kiss to his lips.Â
âNeither of us are to blame my love, the gods were cruel.â he nodded in your hands finally allowing his eyes to soften, boring into yours and when he looked at you this way, you could always see the small, skinny boy who only ever knew hurt, fear and humiliation but never love.Â
âTalk never of setting me free again my love,â he begged, closing the distance to lean his forehead against yours âMy place, my only place is here by your side. My woman. My woman. My wife.â
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Flowers | The Series | Chapter 16 | Homecoming
Summary: Heartbroken, you return home and attempt to take your mind off your time at the keep, you have some unexpected visitors, and it seems the prince is also not in high spirits also.
Pairing | Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader
w.c | 1.5k
Warnings I none ? not proofread
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The carriage is quiet. Completely quiet. The sun has not even fully risen yet and the guards were more than shocked when they had to prepare a carriage so early.
âThere is to be a morning celebratory morning fast-â
âWe will not be there.â
The three people had said nothing to one another the whole morning, or even the evening before after the announcement. You barely remember what had happened afterwards.
You remember the sounds of cheers, the eyes all darting to you, the whispers. You had ran, ran out of the room, ran far far away, you would have even ran out of the keep if ser eerk had not caught you and stopped you from leaving. Dragging you back inside and taking you to your room.
âPumpkin-â âPlease can we not.â Your father and mother looked to one another with sad eyes and did not say another word as they watched you sniff and wrap your arms around yourself.
You are the biggest fool in all the seven kingdoms. You wish you could go back a fortnight to slap yourself in the face and tell yourself to not let yourself be so blind. You had been so sure in the beginning nothing was to come of this trip and you let yourself be deluded.
The trip is not long and you are seeing your small little patch of land by the time the sun is setting You stand staring at your small little cottage house and a small smile graces your face for the first time in hours. âNice to be home.â Your father says approaching your left side. You nod. You're so glad to finally be free from the keep.
All the maids quickly line up to greet you all and you tear up at seeing everyone again. âOh do not cry my lady.â You cover your eyes with your hands as some of them walk towards you to stand around you to comfort you. âI am sorry, it is so good to be back.â
You fall into your typical mundane routine before you and your family left for the keep. You wake up, eat breakfast with your parents, leave the cottage to go help the farmers in the field, return home for your afternoon lessons and lunch, either join your father in his business or join your mother with sewing and stitching, you eat dinner then you go to bed rinse and repeat.
Its so simple but it's nice. not nice enough to forget your own embarrassment but its good enough. No body has brought it up, your parents and shockingly not even your maids besides the first day, you expected your parents told them not to ask you anything about it.
It is a week before anything changes, but one morning when you walk into the room for breakfast you are greeted by an unexpected sight.
âSer Joffrey ?!â He turns towards you and smiles. Trisk pops out from behind him and both of them move to approach you. âWhat did i say about calling me ser?â
âWhat are you doing here?â He smiles at you and grabs your hands. âI heard what happened, i am so sorry.â You look down at the sudden reminder but you put on a brave face and put on a smile, âIts alright, its already behind me.â
Your voice cracks as you finish and look you look at the floor in shame. You hear trisk walk over to your side and she begins to rub your back. âif he was not the prince i would have some choice words to say about him.â
You feel Joffrey's grip on your hands tighten, âit just does not make sense, he was so set on you-â
âCan we not discuss this any longer?â you quickly cut him off not wishing to relive what you've tried to desperately to forget. âof course, my apologies.â
You offer to show Joffrey around and he is more than happy to agree. The three of you flow into easy chatter, he tells you of the eyrie and you try your best to make your life out here sound exciting but you can tell by the look in his eyes he is holding him back from saying what he truly wishes.
âMaybe this is awkward to state but, me and trisk are actually engaged.â It comes up oddly while you are standing in the middle of one of the flower fields. You turn to him in shock as you look upon triskâs pleased face, a pit forms in your stomach as you attempt to look happy.
âcongratulations,,,,?â You look at Joffrey worried and he laughs upon seeing your expression. âDo not fret she is well aware of my situation.â You let out a sigh of relief as you see trisk burst out laughing. âYou should have seen your face!â âwell i am sorry that i was simply worried you had been lead astray!â You are lucky nobody is around to here the conversation the three of you are having or else it would certainly be a scandal but luckily nobody else is out here other than you three.
âWell i will extend my real congratulations now, i am happy for the two of you.â They thank you and the three of you go back to chatting about how beautiful the flower fields were, Joffrey even mentions how heâs like to buy some to have at their wedding. This has your stomach churning as you go quieter. Youâve done so much to distract your mind from him that these quieter relaxing times where you are just walking through the fields have you thinking about him.
You wish you could ask him where it all went wrong. Why he says he wishes you to hate him. Why he claims it is his fault but if it truly was you wished you could find a way to fix it. You wish you could have one last final conversation with him, to finally get some closure, maybe then you will finally heave peace. yet you know that itâll never come, youâll probably never even get to see him again and once youâre old and gray, probably miserable in your loveless marriage youâll be wondering what if.
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âYou are all dismissed.â Rhaenyra leans back in her chair as she watches the council before her all stand and bow before leaving. She turns to her left to he faced with her son, âJace.â He looks at her blankly, as he had been for over a week now, she swallows down the knot that builds in her throat as she waves him towards her.
His face remains unchanged even as she grabs his hands and looks at him, âAre you free to join me for lunch?â âI have duties to attend to my queen.â âI am your mother Jace not your queen.â He says nothing and she squeezes his hands, bringing them up to her lips and kisses the backs of them, âPlease.â Her words are quiet and hushed but her face is pleading him. âI am sorry mother.â
She simply holds him for a moment longer, as if she's hoping for him to say something more but he doesnât, simply waiting until she lets go and dismisses him, walking away without another word. Once the door to the room closes she places her head in her hands and stares at the table with a trembling breath. A hand gets places on her shoulder with a familiar squeeze, She simply sighs, âWhat have i done to him?â âIt is not your fault.â âYou know very well it is.â Daemon says nothing in return, simply letting out a sigh of his own.
Jacaerys happens upon the room Aemond, halaena. Aegon and Lucerys are sitting in, they all turn to look at Jacaerys who barely spares them a glance as he walks to the bookshelf and rummages around to find something. âAttempting to find some height in those books jace?â Jacaerys finds the book he had been looking for and pulls his out, sparing aegon only a glance before he leaves the room. Normally Jace would say something sly back to him, even roll his eyes or scoff at him but now he does nothing leaving Aegon to throw his head back in annoyance.
âWe need to fix him.â Aemond scoffs and takes a sip from his chalice, âAre you so upset he will no longer play with you?â Lucerys looks at Aegon and grips the fork he has in his hands tightly, âI know you say it in jest but i cannot stand to see him like this any longer,â Aemond crosses his arms across his chest and shakes his head, âThere is nothing we can do, the engagement is set in place, the wedding date is soon to be set, the girl has gone back to her home what more can we do?â The group is silent for a moment, none of them having any clue how to retort him.
âThe stag can be easily seduced by false tricks and promises of the dragon.â Helaena keeps her attention on the spider she is holding in her hands while the three boys look at one another. Lucerys shoots up from his chair, his eyes wide, âI have an idea.â
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A real pussy pleaser. Part 2
Synopsis:
âWhat the fuck Toji?â
âWho said you could cum tonight doll?â Toji replied, his gaze intoxicating in the mirror
Tags: toji fushiguro x female reader, smut, dirty talk, masturbation, body worship, mirror sex, suit kink, orgasm edging and denial, toji has a big dick lol, pet names (mama, baby, doll)
Read part 1 for context lol
18+
Cross posted on Ao3
MDNI and do not interact if uncomfortable
âââââââââââ-đââââââââââââ
You should have waited. Temptation was the devil's sweetest form and now here you were in Tojiâs lap, wet little cunt on the display in the mirror and being feasted on by his heated gaze, pupils utterly blown out âToji..please I will do anything, just let me cum, baby..-â âNah mama, I want to play with you tonightâ he said revelling in your hot scent, a mixture of perfume and sex.Â
Gently nipping along the side of your neck, Toji fell in love with you all over again. You were his reason, his purpose and his sun and moon. Even the week he was away, if he wasn't focused on his work, you were all he could think about. Your sweet little texts always checking upon him, cute selfies that you would randomly send while grocery shopping and your corny little pickup lines and banters that had him smiling at his phone even mid-meetings. You were just as a adorable as bunny and you liked fucking like one too.Â
Slowly unbuttoning his white shirt and loosening his tie, Toji took in your needy expression and heavy breaths and quickly turned you around, your beautiful tits in his face and cunt on his muscular thigh, straddling him.Â
âDo you wanna be a darling for me girl?â Toji enquired, a playful smirk donning his handsome features, highlighting his scar âYes Toji, anything-â âThen ride my thigh, show me how much you missed me, how much you are aching for me at this moment. But you will not let yourself come alright?â âThat's so unfair-ahhhhh-â Even before you could finish Toji grabbed your hips and ground you to his thighs, your perky luscious tits in his warm mouth, being sucked and teased upon.Â
 Having no control of yourself and grinding your hips on his thigh like a whore in heat, you couldn't be more embarrassed and turned on by yourself at the same time. A confident ferocious lady in the usual and here you were putty in Tojiâs arms and you knew it in your soul that he was the only man capable of doing this. Angling yourself and now rubbing your clit over his thigh, wetness just drooling from your hole and dripping over his pants, you were so close.
Just the right pleasure, just the right amount of friction and just the right amount of pain with Toji leaving coloured love marks all over your chest and neck.
But Toji knew your body like the back of his hand, your telltale signs when you are about to cum, erratic breathing, lower moans, and sloppy movements, he lifted you off of his thigh at just the right moment and kissed you hard enough, tongue all over, wet and exploring. âHmâtojiiiiâlemme..jus-..cumâ you begged through the kiss âSo fucking desperate. God baby you are gonna be the death of meâ It suddenly struck Toji, what you need the most at this momentÂ
âGimme a secondâ he said and went to the nearest drawer beside your bed and grabbed the skin-color bullet vibrator.
Tojiâs dick was big but not his ego when it came to your pleasure. He was all in for anything that had you trembling and crying out. It was gonna be his name anyway at the end of the day.Â
âToji- I don't know about that- I am too sensitive right nowâ âThat's exactly why mama. A few more rounds of edging and when you start moaning my name like a prayer, that's when I will let you unfold like the prettiest flower you areâ His saccharine words, a stark contrast to his sadistic actions, had your mind and pussy reeling.  As he turned on the vibrator to its highest setting and latched it onto your already throbbing clit, your moans now were guttural. âI-canât tojiiiiâuhmmph!!-â âYes you can my girl, hold it in and be a good oneâ
The sight in front of Toji almost had Toji come in his pants. You being a glorious hot mess, lips bruised, marks claiming you as his and rutting into the vibrator so desperate and utterly in your raunchy world. Once again, right before you could cum Toji turned the damned thing off
-- 4th time was Tojiâs limit, his cock bursting through his pants and your eyes so glossy and cheeks tear-stained. He surprised himself with how long he could go without stuffing himself in your warm cunt but it was gonna be worth the pleasure (or torture) he had put you through. His precious woman was willing to be edged as long as he wanted to. âThank you so much baby, you were such a darling yeah? So pretty and good for me.âÂ
Little did Toji know that all his words were just being directed straight to your aching cunt that had you sobbing into Tojiâs broad shoulder. âWannaâcum..toji.. Stop being mean..ahh- ple-â âI know love, gonna make you see stars, you trust me right?âÂ
And he did. With the vibrator ruining your insides and Tojiâs hand skillfully massaging your clit, it was game over. As much as he wanted to be gentle, he was enormous and his power even more. Clutching onto him for dear life, the sensations and the filthy wetness of your squelching pussy, you were a babbling lovely messÂ
âAhh- uhhh- toji, wait not so fast, too sensitiveâhmmph!â and before you could register what was happening, the taut tension in your tummy had uncoiled, squirting and spraying all over Tojiâs suit and hand and making you see white. âGood fucking girl, ruining my suit huh love fuckkkâ Toji was smiling ear to ear, genuinely proud of how much you had held on, your release just as much of a relief for him, his heart pounding and your mind drowning in pleasure.
Coming down from your high, Toji was now peppering kisses all over your face, from your eyes to your cute nose and showering you with praises, making you oblivious to the fact that in the next round, it would be his cock up your tight pussy, giving you a show of the universe this time.Â
âââââââââââ-đââââââââââââ
Notes:
"he would not fucking say that" *continues writing anyway*
i realized i need to get more elaborate when writing smut and i am trying to work on that. college has been hectic and I'm posting this on my day off lol (will try to edit it when i can) lemme know how you like it take care sweets
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poolverine + sensory overload while grocery shopping anyone? taken from personal experience and the mountain of poolverine fics i've consumed already
disclaimer: if any of the aspects i've written for logan being autistic (it isn't mentioned but this was my intention here) are offensive or falsely written tell me immediately! i am undiagnosed but after quite a lot of my friends (both on the spectrum and not) telling me multiple times to get checked and TONS of research i'm pretty sure i'm on the spectrum as well. soooo this is basically what i've gathered from research, other fics and my own experiences with stuff like this. thanks! also minimal use of slightly stronger language (the f word, hurray :-D)
this is so bad i'm sorry
They were in the sweets aisle, trying to pick out various snacks for their movie night later on. It was bustling all around them, the small supermarket full with families and screaming kids and chatty old ladies and noise, so much fucking noise-
Logan flinched when something touched his cheek, belatedly realizing that Wade stood in front of him, their half-filled cart discarded by their side and one of his hands raised to his face.
"Sorry sweetums," Wade smiled sheepishly, "Didn't wanna scare you. You looked a little out of it. Breathing a little heavy and all"
Logan harrumphed, looking at the floor between them. Wade was wearing his bright neon pink converse again, the laces red on one side and yellow on the other, which was admittedly... cute. He remembered how proud Wade had been as he stumbled out of the bedroom with poorly conceiled excitement, shoving his shoes in his face because look peanut, our suits-
Once again he was forced out of his head and back into the disgustingly loud supermarket as Wade took his hand, gently stroking over his knuckles.
Logan managed to rip his gaze back to Wade's face, finding such genuine understanding in those lovely eyes that he felt even more queasy than he already did. Damn you, Wilson.
His head spun from the onslaught of everything, noise and lights and embarrassment forcing a very unwelcome wetness to gather in his eyes. The hand Wade was holding shook lightly. His whole body trembled. Fuck, he wanted to say something, wanted to assure his boyfriend that he was okay, but his throat worked, his mouth opened, yet nothing came out.
"Hey" Wade's voice was so soft. He didn't flinch this time as his hand came to rest on his cheek, the touch featherlight and warm.
An embarrassingly high whimper left him as some shrieking children passed by and his eyes screwed shut, trusting Wade to handle the rest.
And suddenly...
Wait.
Madonna quietly played in his ears?
Confused, he cracked his eyes open and saw Wade watching him, holding his phone up for him to see.
"Don't worry your pretty head Wolvie, you've got noise cancelling headphones on. Courtesy of moi, if you please, buuut you gotta suffer through my shower playlist for the time being. It's the only one I have downloaded."
An opened note read. Wade mouthed a "sorry" at him, but the sheepish grin told him he wasn't. At all. Though Logan knew him well enough, so very well, that if he even mentioned that it was too much Wade would immediately switch it all off.
Logan had to admit, the music dialed the incessant chattering and shouting around him pretty much down to zero.
The wonders of technology, he supposed.
Wade held his hand and waited patiently as Logan just breathed for a bit, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. One jerky motion to the phone and the mercenary handed it over, watching as Logan typed with unsteady hands.
"Can we leave please? S too much"
The note was so timid, so careful in fear of rejection that Wade felt his poor heart squeeze in his chest - gosh dang it if only people knew how gentle and loving the man in front of him was.
"Sure hun we were pretty much finished anyway. You good if we go check out real quick? Al's gonna cook us instead if we don't bring something back home, and while you taste pretty good I can't promise that for myself ;-D... we can use the self check out, it's quicker"
Logan surprised both of them with the huff of amusement that left him as he nodded.
The focus he needed to use to read Wade's rambling in note form kept him safe from getting lost in his head again. His boyfriendâs ability to talk forever beyond might be pretty annoying at times, but Logan had long since found it to be comforting.
Wade carefully guided both of them through the maze of food aisles and too many people, keeping their hands intertwined while he pushed their cart until they found a free self checkout.
Logan zoned out a bit to the mindless music that played over the headphones as Wade went through their groceries, bagging them quickly. He payed before turning around to face him, motioning to the exit with his head.
They stopped just outside the store in a small secluded corner and Wade put the bags down at their feet, stepping closer and smiling again.
Logan smiled back, hoping it could convey the relief and love he felt without having to use words. He leaned closer, a little shyly, and with a quick look around he pressed a kiss to Wade's lips, reveling in the vibrations of a slight whine he could feel from his boyfriend. They parted and Logan took a deep breath in, pushing the air out of his lungs a lot more calmly than he had done mere minutes ago.
The headphones came off next and Logan sighed, shaking off the last bit of the sensory overload he'd just experienced as he scrubbed over his eyes. It was far more quiet outside, and his head felt a little fuzzy at most instead of the stinging buzz from before.
Cars honked in the distance, a light breeze drifted past him and the man he loved stood right in front of him, Logan's supernatural hearing picking up the steady thud of his heartbeat almost immediately.
"Love you bub."
Thank you.
"I love you too peanut! So much. More than Puppins too, but don't tell her that. She's already peed in my shoes once and I can tell you, that golden shower was not pleasant."
Logan snorted and both of them giggled, sharing another soft kiss before they hoisted the grocery bags back up.
The way home was filled with banter, clumsy kisses and bumping shoulders. Maybe one or two spilled milk cartoons as well, but that was a secret between them.
(Oh hello! Wade here! Deadpool, merc with a mouth, your personal wet dream, whatever pleases you perverted little readers - if you even attempt to tell Al about that last bit I'll torture this one with a little more writer's block! /Oh thanks Wade, so nice of you/ Shush you, this is my side note! So many ideas yet so little words... you decide pookies. Bye for now! I've got 400 pounds of sleepy kitty in my bed who likes me as his personal pillow. See ya!)
#wade & logan communicating through the notes app so logan doesn't have to talk my beloved <3#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool#wade wilson#wolverine#logan howlett#logan james howlett#poolverine#deadpool x wolverine#wade x logan#c writes#i'll use that for my fics or hcs#:-D#autistic!logan#supportive bf!wade#because of course#they love each other so much#hurt/comfort
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The Second Bridgerton And I: Part 2
Benedict Bridgerton x Reader
Summary: Y/n Clearwater becomes named the âSparkling Diamondâ by Queen Charlotte herself, but she doesnât know what to do with all this attention. Of course she has her family, but sometimes that doesnât seem enough. But what happens when she encounters a specific Bridgerton, which changes the course of her season.
Authorâs Note: This chapter has scenes from season 3 episode 2 of Bridgerton. Down below is the link to Part 1 and Part 3. I hope you enjoy! Y/nn= readerâs nickname
âTime to wake up Miss Y/n.â
My maid Alexandra. She is in her mid thirties and is a great companion to have. I am quite fond of her, but never in the morning. I am not a morning person, but Alexandra seemed to care less this morning , which was peculiar. She usually lets me sleep in a little longer.
âMiss Y/n! You might have callers coming this morning and you must be ready.â
This sentence alone caused me to sit up abruptly in bed. Callers. I completely forgot. If anyone was interested in me at Lady Danburyâs ball three nights ago, then they would be visiting around midday and this frightened me. I rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes and made my way out of bed. Alexandra guided me towards my vanity where she would begin with my hair and light makeup. I picked up a thin gold ring decorated with a green daisy in the center from my vanity. I placed it on one of my fingers and started fiddling with it. My father gifted the ring to me for my birthday two years ago and it has became somewhat of a source of comfort for me whenever I was nervous. I couldnât wear it for the ball since the green didnât match with my purple dress. Alexandra noticed me fiddling my ring.
âWould you like to wear your ring Miss Y/n? There might be a dress in your closet that might match.â
She knew about the comfort my ring gave me and I was grateful that she was always so perceptive.
âYes please. You donât have to call me Miss Y/n you know. Iâve told you a thousand times Y/n is fine.â
âI know, butâ she began to brush my hair, âitâs not proper.â
âWell Iâm allowing you to be improper.â
I looked at Alexandra through the looking glass with a smile and she returned it.
âVery well thenâŠY/n.â
She continued to brush my hair and do my make up in silence which caused me to wander in my thoughts. People were possibly coming to call on me and being nervous was an understatement. I kind of secretly wish that nobody would call upon me. It is frightening. I donât know what to say or do with suitors and I donât want to embarrass myself, especially since Iâll be in the same room with my family. Adeline would have plenty of suitors because Adeline is the definition of the perfect lady. She is beautiful and always knows the right words to say. Surely she caught the eye of several eligible bachelors at the ball. Far more suitors in comparison to me. This makes me feel like Iâm already failing, which is ridiculous since the season just started. I just canât help but feel like everything Iâve done so far has been wrong. Iâm supposed to be the sparking diamond and it appears that everyone expects me to be perfect and graceful. However I donât know if I can be perfect and graceful or if I want to be.
âAre you ready to get dressed Y/n?â
I looked in the looking glass and Alexandra was no longer behind me. I turned around and Alexandra was standing beside my bed with a pale green day dress laid out for me to wear.
âYes I am.â
I barely tasted anything at Breakfast this morning. The food smelled delicious, and I was ready to enjoy a nice full breakfast, but as soon as the food touched my tongue the food began to taste like cement (or bland). My mama could sense something was wrong, but never spoke about it, thank god, until we were all gathered into the drawing room. The clock shows three quarters after ten which means that I have fifteen minutes left to myself.
I am sitting on the main couch in the drawing room when my parents approach me. Without saying a word they both guid me past the piano forte and to the other side of the room in order to have more privacy from my siblings. My mama places both her hands on my arms and says,
âMy dear Y/n you have nothing to be afraid of. You are a beautiful young lady and Iâm sure any gentleman you meet will instantly fall in love once they get to know you. You are brave, kind, strong and wise. You may not feel like you carry those characteristics, but I am here to assure you that you do. Your father and I couldnât be more proud of you.â
My mama looked at my father and pulled herself back from me as my father took her place. He grabbed my hands into his and said,
âWe know you are nervous especially after the event from the previous night âŠâ
Lord Berbrooke. My mother and sister were concerned, but to say my father and brothers were enraged was an understatement. There was practically steam coming out of my brothers ears when we were about to enter our carriages to leave the ball and my father had to stop them from causing a scene. He was furious as well, but he was more calm and collected about his feelings towards the situation because of his role as Viscount. He was angry, but he knew he had a reputation to uphold. I donât know how they found out, but I didnât have time to ask because as soon as we arrived home all three of them made sure that I told them my encounter with the man. I didnât understand what all the fuss was about since he never crossed the line physically, but according to my brothers and father he did step over the line when he kept on pursuing me after I explicitly said no.
Everyone knew the reputation of Nigel Berbrooke and my family was quite puzzled as to how he snuck into Lady Danburyâs ball. He was not respected throughout the ton, which was why he was never personally invited to balls and social events anymore, and my father and brothers found it absurd how he was even present in the first place. They promised to keep an extra eye on me, and Adeline, for when we attend more balls and events in the future. They also notified Lady Danbury first thing the next morning.
ââŠAnd I donât want to give you more nerves,â my father continued âbut I have talked with an old friend of mine about a possible match for you.â
I was about to protest, but he beat me to it
âBefore you say anything. No you donât have to marry him, but at least be open to getting to know him.â
I looked up at my father and then at my mother. Being open was the least I can do.
âI will father.â
âThank you my dear Carina.â
My parents each placed a kiss on my head and the three of us went back to our family.
âââââââââ
Benedict
Hesitating Hyacinth?â Said Colin
âI do not hesitate.â She retorted
âAnd yet here were are waiting.â Chimed in Gregory
âPerhaps it is to your good fortune, as she fleeced you in the last hand.â Colin said
âI play a long game.â Said Gregory
Hyacinth cleared her throat. âI am pleased with my hand.â
âNow you hesitate.â Colin said to Gregory.
Gregory turned to me and said, âI should like to trade.â
âHmm?â I replied
âHmmâ
Gregory and I exchanged hands and we continued with our game. Then Colin said out of nowhere,
âI am out of this round.â
âYou coward!â Said Gregory
âTold you he had a strategy.â I said
âWe may need more coins, the way Hyacinth is playing.â Colin said
I scoffed. What a lame excuse. Colin stood and walked away to do God knows what. I turned around and noticed our footman Oliver waiting for Colin. Someone was visiting him? But who? He became different after he came back from his travels. More distant. I would have to ask him about this secret rendezvous later.
âAre you certain you are not cheating?â Gregory asked Hyacinth.
âDo you think me a magician?â Hyacinth relied
âHmm.â I said âwell if you are please teach us some tricks.â
I could be doing anything else besides playing cards with my two youngest siblings, but the banter between the two of them was always interesting. I knew how this was going to go. Hyacinth hates to win, and Gregory hates to loose to her, so who would want to miss such a spectacle.
Even though we were playing with cards my mind was somewhere else entirely. I couldnât stop thinking about Y/n. I hope she is well. After she walked away with her brother Noah, I notified Alexander about what happened with Berbrooke. He said he would take care of it and I hope he did. Of course he would thatâs his younger sister after all.
âBenedict.â Said Hyacinth âitâs your turn.â
âWhat? Oh right.â
I wonder if she received a bunch of callers. Who wouldnât want to sought after Y/n Clearwater the Queenâs sparkling diamond. If I was looking for a wife I would probably try to call upon her myself. She came from a well off family and was quite beautiful. She was also quite charming when we conversed while dancing. I was only with her for a few short moments, but I could tell that she was a wonderful person.
âI won!â
I looked up and saw Hyacinth was out of her chair and she was doing her own victory dance. I assume she won.
âThatâs not fair you cheated!â Gregory shouted.
âNo I did not! I won fair and square! Right Benedict?â
Hyacinth and Gregory both looked at me expectingly waiting for my answer. To be frank I wasnât paying attention to the card game at all, so I donât know if Hyacinth was cheating or not.
âAre you okay brother?â Gregory asked âYou are quiet.â
âOf course Iâm alright. I am annoyed that I have lost again due to Hyacinthâs cheating!â
âI did not cheat!â
âYes you did!â
Their banter quickly escalated, like I predicted, and that put a smile to my face. There was never a dull moment at the Bridgerton household
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Any lady of society that says suitors calling upon you isnât tiring is lying.
There were a lot of suitors calling upon Adeline and I. There was even a line! There wasnât even half as many gentlemen here for Adeline last season, but then again I am the so called diamond. The gentleman of the ton are curious about me I suppose. I talked with a variety of men. From talkative to shy, conceited, kind, egotistical, funny and so much more. Adeline had a group of men to pick from as well. I hope she was enjoying herself. I couldnât tell since I was too preoccupied with my callers.
One man that stood out to me was Lord Findlay. We were supposed to share a dance with each other, but never got the chance to after I was keen to leave the ball early due to a certain man. We fell into an easy conversation and I found myself enjoying his company. However, I didnât see anything past friendship for us in the future. After about an hour and a half, things seemed to calm down and I had just sent away my last caller. I sat myself down on the main sofa of the drawing room and took a deep breath. Finally the event was over. I couldnât wait to tell Penelope about what happened the past few days. I really hope she is well. I looked around the ballroom, at the Danbury ball, to say goodbye before leaving, but she was nowhere to be seen. I hope everything was alright. Someone walked into the room and it was one of our footmen William.
âA caller for Miss Y/n.â
I looked up and a young handsome man walked in with an older man behind him who I assumed was his father. My father quickly met with the older man and shook hands with him in a friendly way. He then patted the young man on the back. My father turned around and motioned for me to come join them. I made my way over to them and my father said,
âY/n this is Viscount Victor Tewkesberry and his eldest son Maxwell Tewkesberry. Victor and Maxwell this is my daughter Y/n.â
I curtsied at both of them respectfully and Viscount Tewkesberry and Maxwell both bowed slightly in response. When Maxwell stood back up straight, I noticed he was holding a small white box with an ornate pink bow on the top. He held the box in his left hand and used his right hand to take my hand and place a kiss on the back of it.
âIt is a pleasure to finally meet you Miss Y/n. Your father has told me much about you and I must say, him calling you beautiful was an understatement.â
My father may have told him about me, but he surely didnât notify me about him. The first time my father mentioned Maxwell was this morning when he shared that we would be expecting his presence today. Even though I knew nothing of him, I couldnât help, but blush at his comment. No one has ever said anything to me like that. I decided I should lie about knowing about him beforehand in order to be polite. I didnât want him or his father to think I wasnât intrigued because I was.
âIt is a pleasure for me as well. My father has told me about you.â
âAll good things I hope.â
I nodded. âI hope I could meet your expectations based on what my father has already told you.â
âI canât see into the future, but I believe that you will.â
This caused me to smile and he smiled back.
âWhy donât you continue your conversation somewhere more private.â My dad suggested.
âShall we?â I asked.
He simply nodded. I guided him towards the other side of the room and past the couches to the windowsill.
âIs it alright with you if we converse here?â I asked âI am more comfortable sitting by the view.â
âYes that is fine with me.â
We both took a seat by the windowsill and I looked out into the street. I always tended to find myself looking at the people walking by. Walking on the street and minding their own business. Sometimes I would make up stories in my head based on the people that I would see walking. My eyes drifted to the other houses that were on the same street as mine. Next to my house was the Featherington household and that made connecting with Penelope this season easy, since I only had to walk over a few yards. Across my house was the Wellington family where one of my close friends used to live, but she moved a fews ago a few streets over. Next to the Wellington household across from the Featherington household, and diagonal from my house was the Bridgerton household.
âDo you like to look out at the view?â Maxwell asked.
âYes. I sit here and usually look out the window or read a good book?â
âOh you read?!â
âIs it shocking to you that a lady can enjoy reading?â
âNo no! Forgive me that is not what I meant. I like to read as well, so it seems we have something in common. What genre do you prefer to read?â
I wanted to answer him truthfully, but I hesitated. Would he like my answer? Even though this is my first encounter with him, I still know who he is. The Tewkesberry family is a very well known family and our families have crossed paths time and time again. Iâve offered a polite smile to the family in passing, but that was different from actually holding a conversation with one of them. I remember the child like image of Maxwell, but we are no longer kids. He is obviously educated, probably attended university, so he probably would want a knowledgeable lady. Which is why I decided on the safe answer.
âI mostly like to read books of fact. They can be quite interesting.â
âWhat topic do you pertain to the most?â
Oh no. How was I supposed to answer this? I donât read books of fiction! I rather enjoy a good romance. I tried to muster an answer the best I could.
âI donâtâŠ.I donât really pertain to a particular topicâŠIâŠ.simply like theâŠrandom factsâŠthat I learn as I read.â
That answer was preposterous, but I did the best that I could. Tewkesberry looked at me and I couldnât read the expression on his face. I couldnât tell if he liked my answer or if he believed me. He changed the topic and I was oh so grateful.
âI have something for you.â He said.
He brought the small white box that he had earlier and held it out for me to take. I completely forgot that he had that. I took the box from his hand and delicately pulled the bow apart. I noticed that he was watching my every move and anticipating my reaction. Once the ribbon was off I slowly opened the box and there were two macarons sitting perfectly and neatly in the box. They were both a baby pink color with a bright fuchsia filling in the middle. They were neatly made and assembled and the smell was a smell that I can identify anywhere. He didnât obtain these two macarons from some knock off pastry shop in London. He brought these from Paris. They were authentic and I could tell they would taste exquisite. I always had a sweet tooth and I became disappointed at the pastry shops in London after I visited Paris a few years ago.
âDo you like them?â He asked
I looked back up at him.
âOh no you donât like it. Iâm sorry. I wanted to bring something for you as a gesture and your father mentioned that you were fond of sweets, macarons in particular, so I figured Iâd get you some. I asked what your favorite flavor was and he said raspberry. I was recently in Paris dealing with business with my father and I passed by a pastry shop and Iâd figureâŠâ
âHey.ââŠâitâs alright. Iâm actually grateful for the gift. Truly. I was just taking it in.â
âYou do?â
âYes.â I said with a smile. âWould you like to have one?â
âAre you sure? I brought them for you.â
âI know, but there are two of them. We can each have one.â I said with a smile.
I took one of them out and gave it to him to take. I did the same for me and we ate them in a comfortable silence. When I took the first bite my mouth was met with an immediate whirlwind of flavor and like he said it was raspberry. My favorite. I couldnât help but feel happy. He went through all this trouble to get something that I liked and it made me feel bad for lying to him.
âAbout what I said earlierâŠabout books of fiction.â I said âI lied.â
âI know.â
âYou do?â
âIâm not surprised that you said that you prefer books of fiction, but your answer didnât seem to support your statement.â
âIâm sorry. I wanted you to like me. Half of the time I donât even know what Iâm doing.â
âWhat is your favorite genre then?â
âIâm sorry.â
âYour favorite book genre.â
âRomance.â
âWhat about romance do you particularly like?â
I paused to think about my answer and then finally said, âAll throughout my life I have been in close proximity to marriages based on love. Mostly with my family. Seeing love in front of me and reading about it in books makes me hope that I can one day have that in the future.â
I looked up at him and he was already looking at me. He seemed to like my answer because his lips turned up into a smile.
âMiss Y/n I am looking for a wife. In my future wife I hope to find a companion. Someone I could talk to. I want to share with her my experiences, feelings and thoughts and I would love for her to do the same. If I am to pursue you, I donât want you to feel like you have the need to like what I like and always agree with me. You are your own person with your own thoughts and you shouldnât change for me. Can you do that for me?â
I looked at Tewkesberry and for the first time this season I felt at peace. Which is why it was easy for me to say,
âYes. Yes I can. â
âââââââââ
I couldnât wait to see Maxwell at the ball tonight. We had a lovely conversation yesterday and he asked if I could save him a dance tonight.
I am a walking arm and arm with my mama as my family and I enter. The ball was decorated quite nicely.
âNow dearest.â My mama said âI wonât push any suitors your way, due to your interest towards the Viscountâs son. However, if a lovely man is to ask you for a dance you may dance with them if you choose to.â
âAlright mama. My main focus will be on Lord Tewkesberry, but Iâll keep my mind open for other suitors. Shall we greet the Queen?â
âYes I think that is wise since we didnât do so at Lady Danburyâs ball.â
âI hope she is not furious with me that I didnât greet her.â
âGossip travels fast throughout the ton dearest. I am sure when the news reached the Queen she had a little sympathy for you.â
We both approached the Queen and I curtsied slightly in front of her.
âFlawless my dear. Just how I would expect you to be.â Queen Charlotte said
âThank you. Iâm sorry I couldnât grace you with my presence at Lady Danburyâs ball. There was an incident that affected my mood and I wouldnât want to greet you in such a state.â
âAll is well my dear. I hear a certain Viscount has found an interest in you.â
I was surprised how she already knew such information. The Queen seemed to notice my surprised face because she said,
âI know all and see all because I am the Queen my sparkling diamond. I am curious to see how this arrangement will continue.â
I nodded and my mama and I walked away from the Queen.
âI am going to search for Penelope mama. It has been a while since we have seen each other.â
âAlright dear, â Said mama âbut be careful.â She gave me a warning look.
âI will.â
âââââââââ
Benedict
Colin and I were near the lemonade table when we were interrupted by a womenâs voice.
âGood evening Mr. Bridgerton. Mr. Bridgerton.â
We turned around and saw two young ladies standing before us.
âLadies!â I greeted. Another woman joined us. âAnd more Ladies!â
All three of them began to laugh in unison. They would simply try anything to grab our attention I thought.
Colin and I both turned around and I said quietly.
âTheyâve taken to hunting in packs.â
Colin and I continued to sip our lemonade.
âMr. Bridgerton. I have yet to see you on the dance floor.â One of the ladies said. She was Ms. Stowell I believe.
âWhat say you brother?â Colin asked, âTime for you to dance?â
He did not just throw me to the wolves. I couldnât believe Colin. He was supposed to rescue me from a situation like this.
âYes.â I said with annoyance, specifically towards Colin, but the three ladies didnât seem to notice. They looked at me anticipating to share a dance. I looked at the girl in the middle. She looked the most sensible.
âMiss Stowell, may I have the next dance?â
She excitedly placed her dance card in my hand for me to sign. What did my brother get me into?
âââââââââ
Penelope and I were conversing near a dessert table. Itâs been awhile since we enjoyed each otherâs company and I was rather pleased. I caught her up on all the events that has happened since I last seen her.
âIâm so sorry to hear about what happened to you Y/nn.â Penelope said, âLord Berbrooke is a despicable man. I hope you are well.â
âYes I am.â
âThatâs good. I donât like seeing you in distress.â
âAs do I with you.â
âAt least Benedict was able to assist you. That was rather nice of him.â
âYes nice of him indeed.â
I have thought of Benedict quite a bit since we parted. I wonder if he is here tonight.
âSo Lord TewkesberryâŠâ she said with a teasing tone.
âDonât look at me like that Pen. We are not courting. We are simply enjoying each otherâs company.
âBut you two danced with one another tonight.â
âItâs nothing Pen, but enough about me. What has been going on with you?â
Penelope looked around and led us to an area that can allow us more privacy.
âYou must promise to not tell another soul what I am about to tell you.â
She sounded serious. This must be important.
âI promise.â
âI have asked Colin to assist me with helping me find a husband.â
I looked at Penelope surprised.
âYou do not approve?â She asked, âI know it is unorthodox, but we are both friends.â
âI know, butâŠâ
I looked around to make sure no one was listening to our conversation.
âYou must be careful Pen. If this deal you made with Colin is to get out, the ton will not take this lightly. Your reputation-â
âI know I know. Weâve been keeping this discreet.â
âGood make sure it stays that way.â
âIt will.â
I missed getting to converse with Penelope.
âWhy donât we spend some time with each other soon.â Penelope said
âI would like that very much.â
âMiss Clearwater. Miss Featherington.â
I turned to see Benedict Bridgerton standing in front of us.
âMiss Y/n, can I have the pleasure of escorting you to the dance floor? If there is room on your dance card.â
âYes you may.â
Benedict smiles and takes my hand to lead me to dance. I look back at Penelope and she gives me a confused look. She was surprised at Benedictâs actions as well. I shrugged and continued to walk with Benedict.
âWhat is the meaning of this?â I asked
âI need your help and you owe me.â
âI owe you?! Since when do I owe you?â
âSince I saved you from Lord Berbrooke.â
âJust because you saved me does not mean that you deserve something in return. I thought you were a gentleman.â
He stopped and looked me in the eyes.
âI am a gentleman. I would do what I did for you again and again if I had to without anything in return. I simply need someone to help me avoid someone else and you were the only female face I recognized nearby.â
I got lost in his crystal blue eyes.
âMiss Y/n?â
âOh⊠well then I guess I have to help you.â I smiled at him and he returned it. We continued our way to the dance floor. The music began and we fell into a familiar rhythm. I became curious about who he was hiding from, so I asked him.
âWho am I saving you from?â
âMiss Stowell and her mama. I danced with her earlier and they have both been following me since. I donât have intentions to court her, but it appears that she has not received the same message.â
âAh I see.â
âHow is your season going so far?Any man that has caught your eye?â
âLord Tewkesberry.â
âAhh he is a great choice.â
âDo you know him?â
âNot personally. However, we have crossed paths multiple times and he is quite the gentleman. Definitely worthy for a lady like yourself.â
I felt my cheeks warm.
âThank you for passing along that piece of information.â
âOf course what are friends for?â
I stopped dancing. Good thing Benedict was leading and guided me to continue because if not, we would have been a beat behind everyone else.â
âFriends?â I asked
âYes. Do you not want to be?â He frowned.
âNo no! Itâs not Iike that. I didnât expect you to say such a thing.â
âWell now you know that you have become a dear friend of mine.â
âYou as well.â
We both smiled and finished the dance. The music came to a stop and I curtsied while he bowed.
âWould you care for some lemonade?â He asked.
âI would be delighted to.â
Benedict linked his arm with mine and we made our way outside to the refreshment table. As I was sipping my lemonade I noticed Penelope from afar talking with Lord Remington. She seemed to be enjoying herself as did he. I smiled at the thought. I was about to speak to Benedict when I couldnât help but overhear a nearby conversation.
âIt is rather unseemly that Miss Featherington took his help. Pitiable I think.â
I turned and heard another voice speak.
âIt is kind of him, but perhaps overly so.â
I looked around and several people had their hands coming their mouth and would acasionally look over at Penelope who was now standing with Colin. People couldnât know what Penelope told me earlier. Right? This is exactly what I was afraid of. Something like this to happen, but how did everyone else find out?
âAre you alright Miss Y/n?â
I turned to Benedict and he looked concerned. I looked around and saw Penelope begin to walk away. I turned to Benedict.
âIâm sorry, but I must take my leave.â
I curtsied.
âGoodbye.â
âWait!â Benedict shouted, but I was already making my way to Penelope. As I reached the steps I noticed Colin and Eloise exchanging a few words. Penelope had already left to call a carriage. I had missed her.
âEloise! Did you tell any one of my helping Penelope?â
âNo I did - I did not mean to ââ
âWhich means you did.â
âI confided in Cressida.â
âBecause you thought you could trust her? Why are you friends with Cressida in place of Penelope, I will never understand. What could Penelope possibly have done to warrant such maltreatment?!â
Colin continues to ascend the stairs to run after Penelope. Eloise turned around and showed shock due to her not knowing that I was present. I walked down a few steps and said,
âI didnât mean to eavesdrop. I was after Penelope when I ran into you two.â
âItâs alright.â She replied
She started to walk up the stairs and when she reached talking distance I asked,
âWhat happened between the two of you? You and Penelope. I know you two were the best of friends last season. What happened?â
Eloise seemed hesitant to answer. I did not expect her to answer, but she did.
âNot everyone is the way they appear to be. Some carry secrets. I discovered that Penelope was one of them.â
Secrets? Penelope keeping secrets? That did not seem true. But then again I donât know what happened between the twins them so Eloise can be telling the truth. If Penelope does have secrets is she keeping them from me? I would like to think that our friendship was stable enough for her to trust me with these certain things.
âIf you did confide in Cressida, I donât think you had any mal intent when you did so.â
Eloise seemed grateful when I said this.
âThank you. Brother!â
I turned around and noticed Benedict walking towards us. When did he get here?
âEloise. Miss Clearwater.â Benedict said.
Eloise looked between the two of us and said
âI shall take my leave. It was nice meeting youâŠ.â
âY/n. Y/n Clearwater.â
âRight.â
She smiled at me and then continued to walk up the stairs.
âI am afraid I am keen to return to my family Mr. Bridgerton.â
âWell allow me to escort you to them. And please, call me Benedict.â
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An Understanding
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Pairing: Kate Laswell x Reader
Content: reader is bi but has never been with a women. Price knows someone that can help with that.
A/n: I am not trying to fetishiz lesbian and if I did or am, please please please lmk and I will change it so Iâm not.
Warning: Lesbians having sex. No p in v or strap in v. Scissoring. Oral sex ( f giving and f receiving) . MDNI
Price is taking you out tonight, he told you to find a nice dress at the little boutique that you rave about but never go in because of how expensive it is. Youâve only been dating for a short amount of time but you think you found your person, you talk, he listens , he has a good job, and man, the sex ? amazing.
>> what color should I be wearing tonight ?
He didnât give you much context for tonight, but having a fancy dinner on a Tuesday is a little bit weird, but who are you to deny a free meal.
Youâve been ready for thirty minutes just sitting at the kitchen table waiting for him to pick you up.
>> Iâm here.
You practically prance out of your apartment and see John waiting outside the passenger door for you.
âYou look beautifulâ, he opens the door for you and places a kiss on your lips, you make just a quick peck, âI did my makeup and I want it to lastâ. You donât usually have time or an event to do your make up for so when you do , you go all out.
In the car Price clears his throat and mentions that they will be hosting a acquaintance at this dinner. That makes you a little more nervous, you know nothing about his work and making small talk is already a challenge but add in something you donât know, it turns into asking about the weather four times in a row. At the restaurant , you take a seat in front a women, no a lady.
She looks to be just as old as Price , wearing a pantsuit and sipping on a brown liquid inside a tumbler.
âYour lateâ, as Price sits downs. Your eyes widen and you lower your head.
âSorry Kate you know how it isâ, he pats your thigh as he says it. You glance over at him , trying to understand where he is going with this.
They have been making eyes at each other all night. Not romantic but all knowing eyes. John takes a sip of his whiskey and turn to you,âhoney remember what we talked about yesterday?â.
You turn your head a little embarrassed that heâs bringing that up now. In front of Laswell.
âYes, do we have to talk about this now?â , you say softly thinking if you talk low enough she wonât be able to hear you (she most definitely can hear you). You turn and give an awkward smile and try to move the conversation along.
John lets out a little chuckle, âI know someone that could helpâ, and then motions his head towards Kate. Which has you looking over at her, she gives you a comforting smile and then moves her hand to your thigh. You canât seem to look away and the warm feeling of her hand is spreading around your whole body.
You turn back to John, âbut Iâm with you, I love you âŠâ, you trail off, you didnât want to say it this early but it is the truth and you donât want to ruin that because you have this one off fantasy of being dominated by an older women.
âOh honey , I know you do but I want this for youâ, he says with an easy smile. âIâll be there the whole timeâ. That kind of makes you feel better but not by that much.
Then Laswell speaks up, âyou donât have to do this if you donât want toâ, her hand glides up, getting closer to your heart, âbut it feels like you want tooâ, making your heart beat faster than before.
John places his hand on your shoulder , you turn your head and look at him , really trying to determine if this was okay , and with a nod of encouragement, you place your hand on top of Laswellâs and move it.
You let out a full body shudder and her hand connects. Your mouth falls open and sucks in a breath. You hear John say something about going upstairs. But you canât focus on anything but making sure to breathe and keeping her hand on your pussy.
They lead you to the elevator and since itâs late enough the only people on the elevator are you three.
John is kissing the back of your neck, sucking and whispering about how you're his sweet girl.
Laswell taps your lips with her hand not being used for anything, âCan I get a kiss?â, you canât do anything but nod and pucker your lips.
Youâve had good kissing before, hell the best kisser you know is right behind you but this is different. Maybe itâs because you never kissed a woman but it softer ,more delicate , like she already knows what she wants. Then she sticks her tongue in your mouth and you let out the a high pitch moan and you hand grip behind you to Johnâs legs. âYou like thatâ, she laughs into your mouth.
âYeahâ, you whisper back.
By the time you get to the hotel room, your panties are soaked. You take the bed , Kate is standing in front of the tv and John takes a seat in the corner. Kate closes in and in a very serious manner ask , are you sure. You answer by starting to take off your dress. Your hands are shaking, nervous but so excited. Kate helped you take off the rest of your dress and everything leaving you naked and her still fully dressed.
She hums, âstart undressing meâ, she pulls you closer and puts your hands on her breast. She starts kneading them with her hands on top of yours. You didnât think that you were a breast girl , because you can admire anyoneâs ass but her boobs are amazing and you just want to lay in between them and suck until your heart's content.
You're a little shaky getting all the buttons undone but you donât even take the time to take her bra off. You pull her tit out of the cup and start sucking. She arches her back and lets out a low moan. Your hand is tweaking with the other nipple.
You look up and see John rubbing himself through his pants, âYou look so pretty, babyâ. You never know what to say when he says things like that, not one for accepting or receiving compliments,âthank youâ, you reply back softly.
Laswell is petting your head, sheâs taken all her clothes off, âlay in the middle of the bed sweetheartâ, you move to the middle, legs closed, your teeth are chattering, you donât know what to expect.
She crawls to you , your face to face. She lock her lips with yours, kissing you harder than she did in the elevator. Nibbling your bottom lip, âopen for meâ, has you spread your legs. Her starts in small gently circles on your clit, almost barely there.
âFeels good?â, the only way you respond is throwing your head back and lifting your hips up hoping for more pressure. She starts kissing down your body paying close attention to the valley between your breast. Moving to your stomach and then to your pussy.
She breathes it in , âyou smell so goodâ. Then she takes a long lick. You short circuit.
âYou know what they sayâ, then she licks again. Flicking the tip of tongue on your clit.
Youâre r a moaning mess , sweat starting to develop. Youâre apologizing because you know your starting to smell.
âNo need to apologize, makes you taste even sweeterâ, she grins at you almost like a Cheshire Cat.
She goes back down and licks you until youâre gripping her head and suffocating her with your thighs. Your hips are thrusting up and youâre mewling so close.
âKate, that's the noise she makes when sheâs closeâ, you hear John say.
John growls lowly, âOpen your eyes and look down and see the pretty lady giving you orgasimâ,you force your eyes open and look down and that makes you snap. A quiet grasp has you seeing stars.
You see Kate licking her lips , âbreatheâ, she demands, which has you sucking in a lungful of air.
Moving up towards, âYou want some more?â, you nod fast and frantic and then she kisses you.
Itâs nasty and wet and you love it. Youâve tasted your self before because Johnâs foreplay is eating you every time but this is different, more exciting because youâve never done this before.
She gets you into position, her in between your legs and she starts moving. Youâve seen this in porn before , you never thought it would actually feel good. But oh my god.
It feels warm and wet and like your only using the best version of an amazing sex toy.
You look to see Laswell, flushed with her baby hairs sticking to the back of her neck and her eyes low but focused on you.
âYouâre doing so goodâ, and she must know that you have a praise kink.
âOh godâ , your legs are tightening almost sticking straight in the direction that they are forced in.
You're speeding up , get messy and sloppy and Kate is matching your energy. She says your name over and over and over again like a prayer.
You erupt on her and then feel disconnected from your body like you're on a roller coaster but only going down feeling weightless.
When you come too you see Kate is still on top of you but not moving , breathing through her mouth and nose trying to catch her breath.
âDid you cumâ, you ask softly.
âDonât get shy on me nowâ, she runs her hand down your face, âof course I didâ, and then she smiles.
John comes from somewhere with a warm washcloth and cleans you off,
âDid you have fun , sweet girlâ, he ask in your ear.
âYes, thank youâ, and you give a nudge with your nose not really in the middle for kissing. Turning to Kate, with your head down, âthank youâ, she puts her hand under your chin lifting it up nudging her nose against yours, âanytime sweetheartâ.
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A Sight For Sore Eyes
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There are days when I don't feel as confident as I should be. A bad representation of who I really am. I can get really judgemental of myself. But when it comes to you ladies... You could wear a hoodie and some sweatpants and I'd already be thinking about our future together... If you're new to this blog... I am delusional...
"Okay... Sorry... Forgive me... I'm a bit of a dumbass... Could you repeat that? Yeah... Mhm... Nope, you lost me again... Quick question... What the fuck do you mean you don't feel hot? Have you seen yourself? If you're ugly then I'm an atrocity... You're fine..."
But I do get it. I try to hype up my friends any chance I get. I even try to give them a little push to get them out of that slump. I will do what is necessary to support them.
"Okay okay... I get it... I get it... You just don't feel as pretty today... Is there any way I can help? You... don't know? Well... I have an idea... but you can't say no... Take my hand and I will help you out... Good choice... C'mon, we're going for a drive..."
I learned that the brain can be pretty mean and judgemental of ourselves, so it requires more "physical" proof of our worth. What better way to make my bestie feel better about themselves than to show them off?
"We're going to the mall, duh... We'll go out for a quick stroll after I pick out a few outfits for you... Sound good? Not like you can say no anyway... Will you relax it'll be fun..."
In actuality, this is more for me than them. I mean dressing them up to fit my preferences? A once in a lifetime opportunity. I get to spend time with them, spoil them, and even show them off a bit. True, my eyes may wander but I'm her best friend. What's the harm? Right?
"Here put these on while I pick some other things out... Yeah, I'll be here... This looks good... and this would definitely look good on her... Seems like she's done... and she's getting hit on... Hey... Fuck off she's with me... Me? I'm her boyfriend... Well, look at you... getting compliments left and right... Maybe you don't need me after all... Yeah yeah... I'm right here no need to be scared... I'll scare them off for you... Today is a little too much for you, huh? We can go home and relax then... By the way, you look really cute clinging onto me with that outfit... There's no need to be embarrassed... C'mon, give me your hand... Let's go buy it..."
On the way back home, our little experiment isn't over yet. There we are hanging out, showering her with compliment after compliment. Eventually easing her into a little request of mine.
"You do look good! Seriously... you gotta give yourself more credit... You look absolutely stunning in that outfit... Speaking of, I kind of also bought these outfits... Surprise! Do you mind trying them on for me? Pretty please?"
She eventually gets into it and smiles a little more. I go on to compliment her and take pictures as I cheer her on to pose for me. She's starting to feel better about herself. I'm falling in love more and more as she goes through the outfits. Her not noticing that each outfit gets a little more revealing than the last. Handing her the final bag of clothing; a skimpy little bikini. Watching her meekly peek through the bathroom unsure of herself. Giving her a warm smile inviting her out into the open. Her legs shaking, doing her best to cover up but to no avail as I scan her body from top to bottom. Standing up and slowly inching towards her not to completely scare her off, but enough to take a few steps back against the wall to corner her.
"Fuck... You really do look good in anything I put you in... Hm? What's wrong? Me? A little too close? C'mon dude... I don't bite... relax... You know... When I heard you didn't feel pretty... I really was determined to change your mind... Don't you feel pretty right now? Cause you are... Give me your hand... You heard me... See? Feel this? You did this... Not to mention, the amount of heads that turned on our way back to the car... Looking at you... like a piece of meat for them to feast on... I wonder what kind of sick basic shit they'd do to you... Aw, sweetie... There's no need to be scared... I'll protect you... I always do... How could I ever share what's mine? I love you terribly after all..."
Pulling her in for a kiss as she trembles in arms. Breaks my heart to see her fight it, but whatever. Trying to push me away but also feeling her slowly melt away in my kiss. After what seemed like forever, I pull back to give a short break and see my love struck bestie. Only to be pulled back to reality with smack on the face.
"That hurts... and here I thought you would feel the same way... No? No no no no... You keep saying NO! But here you are soaking wet... How fucking lewd... Look... Can't you see your juices coating my fingers leaving strings... LOOK AT IT! Was it my kiss? No? How could it be? After you reacted like that... So what? It was the other guys, huh? If it wasn't me then it must've been all those fucking guys... You like the attention, don't you!?!? What? S-scaring you? Sweetie... Oh sweetie... t-there's nothing to be scared about... It's me... I'm trying to help you... even if it means hurting you... You're just... a little lost is all... Let me help you... I love you... I love you... I love you..."
I would proceed to grab her by the hair; placing her on my lap ass up. Taking off what little she had on and fingering her wet cunt. Every echo of disapproval met with a slap on the ass. Her cries mixed with her moans unsure of what she should be feeling right now. Her body betraying her.
"I'll stop... when I want to stop... and making you feel pretty is my goal right now... Oh, sweetie... I don't think you mean it... I need you... to MEAN IT... There you go again... I'm tired of hearing you say that you don't want it... God... I really did spoil you... but that's on me... Why don't we set some ground rules? Every time you tell me to stop... I will spank you... Understand? When I make you feel good... you say thank you, okay? See? You're... not... listening... You're only hurting yourself... What are you supposed to say? Good good... See? And when good girls follow direction they get to feel good... good girls get to be rubbed sillly and have fun... bad girls get spanks... and we don't want to be a bad girl now, do we?"
Her back resting against my chest; her legs spread and eagerly awaiting my fingers. Feeling her shake all over knowing that any act of defiance will be met with a spank. It gets me excited hearing her tremble telling me she'll be good and that she will listen. How could this ever be wrong? I'm helping her. This is out of love.
"Going to cum again? It's okay, sweetie... Cum as much as you want for today... I'll even slide another finger in, okay? Shhhh... It's okay you can take it... That's it... Mhm... Thank you... Yes yes... You're being so good for me right now... That's my good girl... No... I won't spank you anymore... Cause you're going to listen right? You're a good girl now... Mhm... Good girls listen... and do you know what would make me really happy right now? For you to ride me... Can you do that for me, sweetie? Such a good girl..."
Watching her guide my cock into her wet cunt taking in inch by inch. Crying and shaking from the little orgasms as she inserts it into herself. Finally finding some relief as the tip of my cock knocks the entrance of her cervix. Absolutely brain-dead as she sits on the full length of my cock. Twitching and spasming on top of me. Her on the verge of tears, overstimulated but eager to please. Rocking her hips back and forth stroking my cock with her pussy. A mindless fleshlight seeking attention. A fuckdoll of my amusement. Bouncing up and down on my cock as she endlessly repeats how pretty she is.
"Now... tell me... Who's pretty?"
"Me... I'm pretty... I'm pretty... I'm pretty..."
"Yes, you are... The prettiest... It's okay it's almost over... you can move your hips now... and once you're done we can take a break..."
Cumming into the deepest part of her only to have her slam down even after my completion. Hugging her and telling her it's okay and that she can rest now. Giving her short soft kisses on the lips as she drifts off to sleep. There isn't a damn thing that I wouldn't do to make her feel better. I love her after all.
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Honey
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fic rec friday 17
hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!
Drew Tanaka's True Love Connections by @buoyantsaturn
Will smiled. "I have an appointment next door with the, uh⊠Matchmaker lady?â He winced at his own awkwardness, trying to bite back the embarrassment he felt. âWell, actually my friend set it up for me, but-- Sorry, do you know anything about her? The matchmaker lady, not my friend, I mean. Iâm just not sure what to expect, you know? Iâve never, uh, done something like this before.âÂ
THIS WAS SO SICK I LOVED IT!!!!!! flowershop au with a twist oh yes maâam. also im so pumped drew was in this every time i see her im like hello my love how are you
2. just desserts by @thegoldenappleofdiscord
Itâs just a cupcake, Nico reminds himself. Surely that justifies breaking into the infirmary at the break of dawn. or: nico's love language is baking and will solace gets a lot of cake as a result.
end note hate me GIGGGGLIIING. also i am OBSESSED with this author but i havenât read the solangelo book yet so i havenât read a lot of her stuff and iâm DYING to. this was as sweet as nico's baking fr!! i'm writing less of a note on this fic (altho i love it) bc the WORDS i have to say about the next one,,,
3. caught in the river of tears that i cried by @thegoldenappleofdiscord*
In all honesty, it was really for the best that Will didnât think about all the strange things that sometimes happened around him. After all, his mama had more than enough on her plate already. He was a good kid, and it was best everything stayed as it were. (Though admittedly, the flock of flesh-eating maniac pigeons, men with hooves, and the growing darkness in his veins might just make this a tiny bit more difficult than he anticipated) or: will can only push down a part of him for so long (will has plague powers, but he's known it from the very start.)
UPDATE WHEN UPDATE WHEN UPDATE WHEN REESE PLEASE đđi am genuinely so obsessed with this fic and the WAY everything is woven together....like fear is a driving force!! you can feel it!! this is one of those starred fics fr bc it Changed the way i wrote and characterized will. he is fr a character who has been controlled by fear his Whole life actually. of the world and what it takes from him. of the Fates that do not care for your fragile love. of the things they are forced to do. of the precarity of life. and perhaps most intimately and ardently Himself, and the abilities he does not want to have, the life he does not want to live. the parts of himself that do not fit in the mold he has Built for himself and Forced himself into. and this fic shows that so so beautifully like this story is Woven.....i think about it literally all the time it's insane
4. a handful of almosts by @thegoldenappleofdiscord
Heâd said it so easily: âBest friends donât do that to each other, Will.â It had been a throwaway comment after Will decimated him in a card game, which was usually Nicoâs forte. Following that had been a furious, âBesides, itâs war. Entirely luck-based. Winning this game doesnât mean anything. Stop laughing â why the hell are you laughing?â Heâd mostly been laughing because of Nicoâs expression â eyebrows drawn tight, mouth twisted in an adorable scowl â but also because of the sudden elation pumped into him like helium. They were best friends â and maybe someone else would be hopeful for more, and maybe one day he'll pursue it (he did want it, had wanted it for a long time) but for now, heâs content where they are, sitting in Nicoâs room and cursing at each other through a deck of cards. or: 5+1 of will solace being a pining loser
A HANDFUL OF ALMOSTS!!! WHAT!!! every once and a while u just hit a title that Hits u u know. like a handful of almosts. yeah. what a deeply poignant and tragic thing. how fitting for the pjoverse, a universe of people who are haunted by their almosts. god. and then to turn around and make this story FLUFFY?? MAKE IT THE CUTEST THING IN THE WORLD??? "will solace and his rose coloured glasses" REESE!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!
5. Damage Control by @nikkira
âI couldnât save Lee. I couldnât save Michael. I couldnât save Silena.â âYou saved Annabeth when she was stabbed, right? And Annabeth was kind of imperative to the whole saving the world effort. The people you save go on to do things and help people and save people. When you lose someone, you lose them. But when you save someone, you save a dozen more people.â
"i dream of the people i could not save. they're mad at me." oh i am UNWELL. ill i tell you. i read this line and had to sit down for a little while like actually. one thing about will solace is that he never stops punishing himself and no one got that like this fic nine years ago
thank you for joining me this friday!! happy reading!!
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You didn't ask
It's an idea that came to me in a dream and I posted on AO3 a few days ago: Vaugardians have the capacity to turn into dragons. There's some brainstormed lore too, but I'd rather leave it open for any future additions.
I call it Draconic Vaugard AU!
Again, thank you, @chimerical-daydreams for the designs
You wake up feeling like shit.
No surprise there. You heard the Head Housemaiden tell you to rest and not use craft for a while, then used craft again not even plural hours later.
Not that you regret it.
Your body is stiff and sore, but you can still move your neck enough to look out the window. It's clearly well into morning now. The House doesn't loom over you like a haunted castle anymore. The birds once frozen mid flight now cross the sky as free as nature intented.
On the bed besides yours, Odile is already awake and flipping through the familytale you got her two days ago. Her craft exaustion is not as bad as yours. She didn't loop through time hundreds of times then cut through the House alone then turned into a wish craft titan. But she did stop you from looping. That took strenght.
You hear footsteps up the stairs. Careful, but still noisy.
"Frin!"
Despite the soreness, you smile.
"Bonbon."
They're not as careful now, marching to beside the bed you're in. They have a tray in hands, and an excited look on their face.
"The tall lady said you need to rest, so I didn't wake you up, but you still have to get your strenght back, so you better eat too! But Dile also said you must have had my snacks a bunch of times, so I made a breakfast I'm sure you didn't have in forever school!"
My, someone's hyper. Not that you can blame them. You have to get better, than you all can get on your way to Bambouche.
"Thank you, snack leader, for providing."
Bonbon nods with pride, and puts the tray on your lap.
You try to sit up. Your arms give in before you can rise too much.
"Oh! Right! I have to tell everyone you're awake!"
You hear them rush down. The weight of the tray a tempting thing over your lap. What's this? Punishment?
Odile smirks at you. She must have noticed. Traitor.
"Good morning."
"Please, spare me. I just woke up."
"I haven't said anything. Yet." She marks and closes the book, her attention fully on you now "How are you feeling, Siffrin?"
"Like I got stomped on by many horses."
Odile nods, serious.
"Thank you for your honesty. Please be honest with the person taking care of your medication, too."
"I only lied two times!"
"You've been like this for a day and a half. And spent half of that time unconscious."
She's got you there.
There's footsteps again. More than one set this time. Bonnie bursts into the room like it's a competition. You're kind of scared they'll hit their face on the foot of the bed for a moment but they stop on time. Mira and Isa come in at a more reasonable speed.
"See? They're still awake! And tried to move, too!"
"Already?" Mira looks actually glad. Good "You really recover fast, Siffrin. Uhn, don't force yourself to get good faster, though. You might strain yourself."
You try to give her a thumbs up. Your arm is sore.
"Need help, buddy?"
Embarrassing~
You still nod. Isa gets beside you to help prop you up and sit against the headboard. You can see your breakfast now. No wonder there was good weight! Bread, jam, juice, cut fruit, even a couple chausson aux pommes. Someone takes the "regain strenght" expression seriously!
"Thank you." You offer your best smile and scoop up a piece of peach with the spoon "You're a peach."
You got a laught. Morning victory.
Chomp!
Stars, without the smell of burning sugar lingering all the time you can actually taste food!
"So, Siffrin..." Mirabelle sits on the bed, opposite side from Bonnie "Where are we?"
"In the clocktower."
"What happened two days ago?"
"We unfroze Vaugard."
"And why are you and Madame in bed rest?"
"Craft exaustion."
"He is conscious. Good!"
She claps her hands and straights her back.
"Am I losing something?"
On the other bed, Odile put the familytale on the headboard.
"You see, we intent to-"
"WE'RE GOING TO NILLE AS SOON AS YOU CAN STAND!"
"Boniface!"
"Sorry! But yes! You just need to get to stand again!"
"Well, being able to stand is just the The reference. Walking would be much better." Isa adds, and gives a half chuckle.
You swallow your food and look at him just to have a focus point.
You know just because you can walk doesn't mean you should walk long distances, specially as soon as you're able. Sure, if your friends want to go as soon as possible you can endure it, but...
"Isn't that a little risky?"
"A little, but it's faster." You can't argue with Mirabelle on that "That's why I think you should go on Isabeau." Wait, what? "He's bigger and his shape makes it easier to get a grip lying down. You can get some rest! I guess? You should probably do a test first? I know Madame Odile will be better too so she can go on me."
What?
Beside you, Isa nods.
"Right... Are you really okay with flying, Madame?"
What????????
"I'll survive, I guess. As long as Mirabelle doesn't mind getting more ties than a race horse."
"He, I'll survive too."
"Wait? What?! Fly?!?!"
Bonnie pouts.
"Of course we'll fly! The birds unfroze too, so it's safe now!"
"No! I mean, I know, just-!" You take a bite of one of the apple pastries. Delicious "How are you even going to do that?! And you're talking like it's no big deal!"
"Because, it's not?" Mira is looking at you with confusion "Wait, you don't know?"
"Don't know what?"
"We can turn into dragons."
...
You pinch your arm with nail.
Ow.
You're still here.
Wait a minute!
"You're pulling a prank on me!"
Odile opened her mouth. Before she spoke, Bonbon took a leap back, and-
It wasn't done in a flash, but, once it was, Bonbon was like a big eel with wings.
You think you're going crazy.
"Wh- I- You- Why didn't any of you do that all this time?!"
This time Isa responded.
"We didn't need to? Sure, flying is fast traveling, but you saw the birds, we didn't want to risk it. Tents and inns made to accomodate dragon forms are too expensive for long traveling. And, you saw Bonbon just now, it's not exactly puf and done, so not a good option when ambushed by an angry sadness."
This makes so much sense it's somehow making you feel crazier.
Little dragon Bonbon landed beside your legs on the bed, legless body slithering over the sheets. They look adorable.
"Why didn't anyone tell me?"
Mira looks embarrassed. Oops, you said something wrong.
"I thought you knew." She looks away, fidgeting with her fingers.
How would you know when nobody tells you?????
"And, it's not like we talk about this all the time. It's weird!"
When your bafflement wears off, half of the breakfast is gone.
"How is it weird to talk about being dragons?!"
"Well Sif, think." Isa places a hand behind your back "It's just how Vaugardians are. Just another part of our lives. It would be like going to a place where people are like "Hello, I'm human", y'know?"
You nod.
...
No. You're not petting Bonnie like a dog. That's still a person.
You down the rest of your fruit.
"Why did you need the orbs, then? Couldn't you just, break down the gate?"
Silence. Were... Were those months of traveling for no reason?
Mira visibly holds back from picking at her nails.
"Siffrin, do you know what the orbs are?"
You're quiet, then shake your head.
"They're craft breakers. Very powerful craft breakers."
"Okay, what does that have to do with not breaking down the gate?"
"Houses of Change have shield craft on the outside. It's a particularly powerful craft, made by multiple people at once. So nobody can be made to break a House from outside. Even if multiple people do so as dragons."
... Oh.
"Combine with the time freeze, and it would be a lost battle. Thankfully, five orbs were enough to break the time craft. But, if they weren't, hopefully they would be powerful enough to break the shielding."
Oh.
Just... outside? Does that mean that the insides are breakable?
They are. You know they are. You broke that counter. Does that mean the other doors were breakable, too?
If... If you weren't so hasty to freeze yourself, would them decide that turning to try and break the door was an option?
"Something on your mind Sif?"
LIGHTLESS CODE LIGHTLESS CODE THINK OF SOMETHING!
"So all those stories about hoarding dragons are racist?"
Mira gives you an awkward smile.
"I, don't really want to say yes. Every tree bears bad fruit, and the loud ones get more noticed. If there's any type of predisposition, it's to get hyperfixations. For exemple, you can say I "hoard" classes."
You hear Bonbon make a noise, and see them wiggle and land on the floor. A bit of time, and they were a smiling human again.
"Oh! Oh! I guess I hoard recipes, then!"
"Interesting." Odile hums, and her gaze gets in your direction. What- "Do you hoard anything, Isabeau?"
Isa gives a big nod.
"Friends!"
Mira's face goes from awkward to pondering, and then realisation.
"Wait! So those cuddle piles after getting the orbs...?"
"Sleeping over my hoard."
You can't help but chuckle. He looks so proud, too!
"Why the surprise? Isn't your room on the last floor with dorms, Mirabelle?"
Mira starts stuttering. Poor lady. On the other side, Bonnie pouts.
"That's dumb. I don't sleep over recipe books."
"Maybe your time will come. You don't know."
Mira's turn to give a mischievous smile.
Stars, you could hear them for hours.
"Okaaaay, so, I'll have to see if I can safely ride Isa?"
You hear a squeak, and the hand on your back gets taken off so fast you hang way from the headboard for a couple of seconds.
"Sif! Don't say it like that!"
"Why? It's what I'll do, right?"
Odile is smiling so broard. What?
"Young one, you need to learn some Vaugardian idioms with urgency."
You blink.
You've been really left out, haven't you?
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You're able of walking! A little bit. You need help to walk more than a couple of meters, but it's progress! Progress enough to do the test, it seens.
Bonnie lets go of your hand and gives you a pat on the side.
"Ask to get down if you need to, okay? Don't need you falling off and needing extra rest to recover from broken bones!"
Of course that's how they say it.
You nod.
"Alright, Za! Do the thing!"
"Your wish is my command!"
Just like before, it's not a snap of fingers.
You're not sure what you were expecting. You didn't expect Bonnie to be a winged eel. You think whatever came would take you aback.
Isa looks like a large lizard with wings, scaly and with a set of horns. Curiously, still regornizable. You... actually like that.
He lays on the floor, and moves his tail, inviting. Mira helps you get on his back, then backs off to where Odile is waiting with a saddle and chains. You can't judge her.
Another little scene, and you see Mira in all her glory. She looks like a mix between a snake and a bird, full of feathers. Regornizable. Bonnie too. All three are regornizable on those forms.
Hum, maybe that's why body craft is still prevalant. Maybe they don't really control how the forms will be without it.
You're unsure of what to do with your hands, then finally decide to just grasp the horns.
It's not so odd when you feel him lift into his paws. It is when he spreads his wings and starts lifting. And lifting. And lifting. You see the ground get farther. Without thinking, your grip tightens around the horns.
You... think there's an ulterior motive to choose this.
They must have missed flying.
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Breakfast in bed (18+ // hoshi!friends to lovers au)
soonyoung x fem!reader 7.8k words warnings:Â minors dni! first timers (breaking your fasts as virgins *wink wink*), unprotected sex (this is pure fiction! please wear protection irl!!), horny soonyoung like so horny since he has been wanting you since years ago and he finally gets to lay his hands on you, smut with oh so little fluff at the end, thinking if I will be writing a part two just because i think this needs more lol. visual gifs here and there.
a/n: it has been a long time since I posted. anyway this has been in my drafts, so here you go!
Ding dong ding dong ding dong!
The impatience gave it away. It's probably your very first lover - so fresh it all finally began yesterday. All the mutual pining, push and pull, every tease from his clique, every set-up from your friends â all did not go in vain when Soonyoung courageously, albeit oh so painfully slowly confessed his erratic heart beats whenever you send him a meme, his voice memos full of unspoken feelings he records every time he thinks he is going to explode (and he doesnât want to let his friends know), and his little dimple that only comes out of his shy smile upon getting a whiff of your perfume that lingered in his car.
âHi, girlfriend,â he smirks as you open the door right when the clock strikes seven. âFlowers for the lovely lady who looks gorgeous with bed hair.â a cute remark followed by a sweet peck on your lips, but nonetheless earns him a smack on the chest as you tried to fix your âbed hairâ. Although you have already prepped up and showered after your early morning workout, nothing beats staying on your bed on a Sunday.
âWhat makes you so early â all dressed up?â you set the flowers in your empty vase by the tv as he makes himself comfortable on your sofa, all the while thinking if you missed a prior commitment as Soonyoungâs default plus one.
âI did not dress up! This is how good I usually look,â
âNah youâre trying to impress your girl, arenât you?â
âI am just ALWAYS this impressive, miss.â
âOkay fine, mister,â you pulled him into the dining area for breakfast. âCome, Iâll make you breakfast before that gets in your head.â
Of course, being in love with him for years had you yearning for his warmth, but you have never imagined how Soonyoung can be clingy like this; he just cannot leave an inch between your bodies ever since he stepped in your apartment.Â
âWhat are we cooking?â
âWellâŠâ you leaned your back on his chest, stroking his arms that embraced your waist. â...what does my boyfriend want to eat for breakfast?â
It was ticklish, the way he nozzles his nose against your ears, kissing your temples in the midst of it. âHmm⊠what do I want for breakfastâŠ?â he softly speaks.
Your legs started to tremble as his deep voice swiftly raced to your core. âY-Yeah, I have eggs, pancakes? Or maybe you want salad ââ
âYouâŠâ
The word escapes his mouth as soon as his lips distanced away from your temples from a sweet kiss.
More than ticklish, it was arousing to the fact that you almost gave in when his hands traveled inside your shirt.
âS-SoonyoungâŠâ you chuckled lightly as you faced him. âYouâre so funny you know!â
âWhat?â
âYouâve been wanting me like this all this time, and you never said a word?â
He bites his lip in embarrassment, or in something else as he locks his sight in yours. âWell⊠okay I was a coward I admit. But now, I am brave enough to make advances since youâre mine.â
âAs early as seven? Come on, we can do that later I promise. Letâs just ââ
âThat can wait.â He caught your lips for a kiss he had always wanted to share with you, other than the sweet one yesterday. The lip-locking went on for a while, going wet in less than ten seconds into it. You can feel his eagerness to savor every second of it, probably to make up for all the wasted opportunities he could have had.
You felt yourself being lifted up to the counter as he settled himself between your thighs without tearing away from the kiss. His desperation was on the surface now; he wanted you ever since, he wanted to kiss you so hard, so deep he might not feel his jaw afterwards. He wanted to touch every single inch of you, enough of just a friendly tap or high-five. He wanted you all his life, more than you know, more than what he confessed yesterday. More than your own feelings for him.
He gasps as he breaks away from the lewd kiss, realizing his hold on your thighs have been too tight for his own sake.
âFuck, I could have kissed you like that every single day since junior high.â
âDamn, that long?â he trails kisses on your neck as he groans in frustration. âWell then⊠we should make the most of it now I guess?â
He perks up with a smile he canât hide. âSo⊠what do we do now?â
âI donât know⊠whatever couples do.â you winked at him.
âWhatever adult couples do.â
Your body sprung on the mattress as he discarded his layers somewhere in the room, growling an authoritative âdonâtâ when you almost followed suit taking off your cozy, (sultry, in Soonyoungâs vocabulary), weekend wear.
He swims through the bed on his way to his prey kissing all the skin he passed through. âLet me do the undressing, princess.â With movements seemingly driven by excitement and arousal at the same time, every contact he makes feels electrocuting and the way his misty, naked body glides over makes your camisole dress reveal some of your torso.
âI canât⊠I canât believe itâŠâ he chuckles, head dropping low as he settles on top of you. âYou are mine now?â Looking up to meet your eyes, with his a bit moist with tears.
It was a little funny, him being emotional on the edge, but no doubt he has once again tugged your heartstrings. Soonyoung, your loud and energetic best friend, always fiery and full of passion, the diligent hard worker who plays harder, who is popular among his colleagues even past working hours, who most think he can't get enough of everyoneâs attention when all he craves are yoursâŠ
Fuck. What's with Soonyoung's kisses? Just a moment ago, you were able to think straight and yet here you are, mind all hazed as if caused by your heavy, warm exhales. His kisses went everywhere, tasting every bit of your skin as his tongue travelled from your neck to your now bare chest. Heck you didn't even notice at which part did he undress your one cloth on.
No words were exchanged nor let out by any of you, only savoring the moment as if speaking might lose your focus - him, on his every act to make you feel good; and you, on feeling his hot cavern devouring fragments of your untouched flesh.
He starts to suck on one of your mounds as one hand grasps on the other, playing on both buds to stimulate you even more.Â
"S-SoonyoâŠ" you cannot even finish his name. You've never made out with someone else, moreso gotten laid ever. It has always been you helping yourself, touching here and there, playing with yourself when your body aches for it.
Everything was new to you that it keeps you sending goosebumps all over, and getting your folds dripping since the session by the kitchen.
The anticipation rose as he goes down further, his kisses trailed in your abdomen to your waist, automatically making your thighs magnet upon feeling ticklish.
"Baby⊠can I�" He asks softly, looking at you whose eyes shut to pleasure. Your contorted face feeds his ego to the core, smirking at the sight he himself created. "I bet you're so wet, you needed my mouth to sip all of it, huh?"
Your lips must have been bloodied right now. A fuel in the form of his words ignited your arousal to its peak, feeling some hot liquid dripping into your undies.
"Shit⊠just fucking do it."
The lack of touch for a while made you look at him, only to see a Kwon Soonyoung looking intently at your face, irises so dark and cloudy.
"Fuck... you look so hot like this. Can I hear you beg for me, baby?" He says, rather innocently and monotonously. But all you know he is already going nuts inside, hearing him choke on his own saliva.
"PleaseâŠ" you wanted to rub your thighs together so bad you were almost squeezing with him in between. With all the desperation on your voice you blurted out with a moan, "Please⊠SoonyoungâŠ. PleaseâŠ."
Cursing in his breath after a groan, he aggressively pulls your panties down, rummaging your folds with his hungry mouth. Mind once again goes blank as you try to feel his every movement.
Finally, you got your pussy be eaten out. Oh the wonders it does, the nirvana it brings. You only heard stories and watched some on the dirty world of internet, but fuck. Being eaten out must have been the most pleasurable thing in the world to humans. You never realized if it has always been like that but the pleasure made you even want to thank the heavens for creating your pussy so sensitive, and so ready for eating.
His mouth conquers your south, savoring your arousal as he slurps on it. All the rubbing, the kissing, and the teasing was enough to make you a moaning mess you didn't even mind if your neighbors can hear. You've indulge in your fair share of overheard sex; now must have been the payback for it albeit unsure if they're at the other side.
"You're so sweet, baby, mhhm," His breath tickles your south as your mind went blank. Soonyoung had to smirk seeing your mouth hanging, feeling all good because of him. He continued moaning here and there as he pleases you in all the angles he knew, teasing you as he figured the vibrations must have been producing all this wetness: more for him to slurp.
"Ahh Soonyoung, you're so fucking good," you managed to speak in between breaths. "Soonyoung⊠ahhh⊠please⊠more."
Even when he is already feeling dizzy from all the arousal he's trying to control and haze surrounding his eyesight, he still managed to give you what you want. His tongue goes up a little, playing with your shiny button as he plans to give you more.
His hand then introduces itself to your drenching hole, one by one, a finger goes in to give you friction and the second to scissor and stretch you out. With a hole that tight, he's aware he need one more finger to go in, but not so soon when he enjoys the view of your face in a mess and back arching as a reaction.
"This tight and warm pussy too, all for me?" He asks innocently sounding and yet full of crimson red, almost criminal, thoughts.
Your moans were already too much especially when he hits your spot from time to time. He was too serious about it like his life depended on it. He was doing an excellent job, even adapting a rhythmic pattern to fucking your hole with his hand all the while stretching you and hitting your spot.
"Shit⊠i think I'm closeâŠ" you were heaving breaths, eyes still shut, tighter when you felt his tongue pressing a little harder with your clit and a finger rubbing your most sensitive spot. You almost screamed at the sensation, but you were so quick to cover your mouth with your arms when you had your release (too considerate of your neighbors but a little loose for Soonyoung to savor it all).
Soonyoung himself had made it known he too was overwhelmed of the arousal that drowns his consciousness. It was as if he was drunken by your juices; mind going insane at how your moans mixed with his make such a good music to his ears.
Until he can't take it anymore and reached for his boxers, feeling his hard stick.
"GahhâŠ" for a moment he took time to feel himself, his warm breath hovering over your exposed wet folds. He was grunting by himself, frustrated that he can't control himself ă
Ą he wanted to feel you right then, rummage into your hole and pleasure himself to his limit. But he is not gonna do that on your first time. Maybe the second, he could be more upfront about how he wanted to fuck you so hard and pound against you until his thighs give up on him.
"Soonyoung, are you okay?" Worried after hearing his gentle cries, you asked.
"I'm sorry babe, I am justâŠ"
"Come here, baby," you were weak, but tried to raise yourself a little. "Need a little help?" You asks as you pulled him to your warmth by his lips. He kisses you back a bit more aggressive than the first contact. Lip-locking went so deep you didn't realize your were both craving oxygen by the time your body was sinking in the mattress. With a hiss, he breaks the kiss and smirks.
"Fuck⊠why do you make me want you so bad?"
"How bad?" You tested him.
You knew him from the tips of his hair down to the last bit of his toe nails. The way he is acting, you know he desires your whole being, you know he wants every inch of your skin no less than a millimeter distance from his. And you know he craves it hard and rough.
"Oh you don't wanna know,"
"What if I do?"
He looks at you, irises sparkle at your consent. Head spinning, he is going crazy, but he can't admit it. "Should I⊠show you then?"
You nodded at him. He dives in for a kiss one more time before he positions himself to your entrance. His hot girth sweeping sticky juices against your folds, coating himself while doing so.
"Ready, babe?"
You were actually thinking twice - are you? You were virgin your whole life, untouched and unkissed. Being too nitpicky about relationships had you missing out on so much fun and pleasure ă
Ą heck you even never noticed your friend's hints at you nor the obvious teasing from the others. You chose to build a parasocial relationship with that actor you've been following for quite some time. The thirst traps were enough for you to attend to your wet needs. The fanfics even more so ignite that sexual tension you had with someone who have not seen you ever.
Then came Kwon Soonyoung's shy but passionate confession when you two were left alone inside Jihoon's studio. You never thought someone ever thought of you or seen you like how he does. Adding fuel to the fire was that, ever since you met him again in college, you can't deny the fact that he had grown into such a fine man. The girls in your class gush at him, and envy you for being a close friend of his that he gets to walk with you to the subway. And most of the time eat with you for lunch every Wednesday when your schedule does not match your girl friends.
While you never knew, Soonyoung bottled up all the jealousy to himself. That one mathematics professor who had been kind to you not knowing he was a friend of your mother; that senior guy named Seungcheol whom you have kept your eyes on and screamed your lungs out for during one basketball game; your neighbors Mingyu and Wonwoo whom you have grown close spending holidays together for some time now; even your girlfriends who don't ever want to leave your side. He had no rights to being jealous and it angered him so bad why reality hits him that way.
Not until now, all the jealousy vanished to none when his reality slapped him back a gift he had always been trying to manifest in his life; the only person he promised to ever lock his heart with. You.
His hard cock was welcomed by your tight entrance. Breaths were heavy and eyes almost well up as he tears your hole. The silence was too loud in the room that only your sensual sounds vibrated throughout the space. It was such an experience, having your hole stretch to his girth. Painful at first, stinging if you may even say so. The arousal you had prepared for him was almost not enough to lubricate his way in. You thought he was too big for an inexperienced hole.
"Soonyoung, w-waitâŠ"
You didn't notice how you were digging your nails at the back of his hands - which you didn't also notice holding yours against the mattress.
"BabyâŠ" He wipes the tear that formed in your eyes. "I'm sorry, is it too much? Should I⊠stop?"
There he goes again with that fucking soft voice he only has for you.
"NoâŠ" you assured him hastily with a faint smile. "Just⊠this⊠it's my first."
That alone, he figured how to handle the situation. It was his first too, but not the first time he imagined it happening. He know he had to take it slow, just as how he learned from the videos he imagined could be the both of you. It might seem he was a little perverted, but he had and would only be so just for you.
"I'll be careful," He kisses your forehead and you nodded.
Accompanying with a sweet kiss, he went on entering your heat as slow as he can, as careful as his patience can take. It had you whimpering, but you trusted Soonyoung. You know how loyal the guy can be, especially with his words. He indeed treated you like a delicate gem.
"You're so fucking good in taking me in," He lightens up the mood with the compliment. "Just a littleâŠ. MoreâŠ." And he gasps as your hole engulfed him fully.
"So warmâŠ." Your breaths exchange through each other's mouths as you take time adjusting to his size. You can't believe how huge he was, filling your hole so perfectly like it was molded inside of you.
A lewd mouth-conquering once again starts, now ever passionate than the first ones. It was like both of you were feeling each other: your warmth, your wetness, his length, and that stupid throbbing that makes you go crazy; taking time to internalize how both you are now one, connected by the tension you two had been denying.
"I can stay like this forever," you managed to say to which he giggled. "Fuck, do you feel how wet I am?"Â
"I know right, you want me so bad." He boasts himself, "Be honest, am I too good for a first timer?"
"First-timer my ass!"
"You don't believe me? Look I'm trying to give you caution that it might get clumsy as a beginnerâŠ" He teases you as he circles his hips, which earned him a hot moan from you.
"Ah shit, keep doing thatâŠ"
"I canâŠ" He groans, "But I have other plans."
He dives on to your neck as he starts kissing it everywhere, while his hips started to rock slowly. The slight friction was already making you go crazy, you can't even think of anything but Soonyoung taking your virginity away from you. How his gentle body rolls make your pussy so well attended, you can even picture how he does it with that dancer hips of his. Hot - it must have been so hot, so fiery, so sexy.
"Fuck, you're so good baby ahh~" you thought saying something might encourage him instead of just having you moan endlessly (although that is not as bad, too.)
"You like it?"
"So⊠fucking muchâŠ. AhhâŠ"Â
You can't help but moan, it was just too pleasurable.
"Your moans⊠fuckâŠ. Making me want you more," He said, groaning in frustration. He didn't realize he was gaining speed, which you didn't mind as well. His thrusts also gained force, his length starting to thrust in from a distance. He was going harder, and faster.
No words were exchanged. Just moans and hisses and curses in between the slaps of his skin to yours. The mattress then joining in with the creaks, visibly and audibly trying to handle the intense workout going on. Your moans reached a note you didn't know you can and his going deeper notes from his range. Suddenly you felt a knot on your tummy. This must be it, you thought. You are cumming.
"S-Soonyoung⊠I amâŠ"
"Shit you're getting tighter fuck," He drowned your words with his own. "Come again?"
"I think I'm gonna⊠cumâŠ"Â
"Oh yeah?" He was thinking of holding his for a while. He too felt like cumming but he was having too much pleasure.
He just loves going in out of your warmth, feeling your moist hole as he slams his, the pressure on his thighs and even arms that support his weight, the slapping sound and the hint of arousal in the air, he wanted to make the most of it.
"Do I make you feel that good, baby? Do you like my cock? How big it is that it fills and stretches your tight pussy, huh?"
Foul-mouthed Soonyoung must have been a turn on for you. He cannot believe he just heard the loudest and longest moan from you tonight, followed right up by your hot release.
He smirks at his fault. You were drained.
As the scent of sex fills the room, you felt a kiss on your lips as he goes on helping you with your release. You were too sensitive as he slowly rides your high, you wanted to stop him for a while but shit, the process felt so good if not more sensual than the rest that happened that you almost bit his lips.
"Ah⊠I'm sorry."
"Nah, that wasâŠhotâŠ"Â
He finally let's out when you've stabilized your breathing for a while. The absence of his cock from inside you was another kind of loneliness you never knew existed.
"Have you⊠cum yet?" You asked him faintly, as he settles beside you.Â
"I can't cum inside you can I?" He thought for a while as he pumps himself, eyes closed.
You smiled at his consideration. Albeit giggling at the fact that there even might be precum leaked inside. Anyway, you have your stock of pills, no problem with that.
"Then let me at least finish it for you?"
He was about to let you know his confusion when you already had your hand in his cock, replacing his.
"Ah⊠sssshit." It was an image he had pleasured himself with once or twice if he will be honest. You, pumping his hard, reddened cock, and then taking it to your mouth.
The gutteral groan he let out was a sound you never thought would come from him but it did.
Your tongue was the first to welcome him from the tip, circling it as if tasting your own cum and his leakings, later on conquering the head with your mouth. He was holdng on to the sheets so hard he was crumbling them in his fists.
"FuckâŠ" you thought you heard more curse but you were too occupied to hear them.
He too was too focused on how his cock finally got an attention he had been wishing for. For him indeed, to be eaten is the best feeling in the world, unaware of your mutual notion.
His eyes were shut tight, eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape; he cannot control his delight upon the materialization of one of his dark crimson fantasies.
You went in deeper, as much as your mouth can handle. Too bad your mouth must have been quite in the smaller size you had to seek help with your free hand to give him the blow job of his dreams.
"Shit now I'm doubting this is your firstâŠ" He managed to blurt out after he exhaled deeply, looking at you with a pair of hooded eyes you never saw from him.
"We learn things out of curiosity," you smirked. "I'll show you one thing I learnedă
Ą" you cut your own words, hand still rubbing him sultry. "ă
Ąif you're such a good boy, and promise to moan as loud as you can if you like it. Hmm?"
You giggled how you saw his lips started to redden to his bite. Oh you just know how much you affect him, its kinda unfair, he must have thought.
You went back to sucking his cock, hollowing your cheeks with a suck he did not see coming. The moan he let out was almost a cry, but he kept his promise. It was loud, even lingered for a quite a while turning into some kind of a growl.
"That so fucking hot of you, babyâŠ" you whispered. "You like that?"
A groan was enough for your to go back to your business, sucking him dry, gradually increasing speed. He was writhing, a moaning mess, underneath you and fuck, it was such a sight to see and hear him in full lustful glory, almost like an underling to your prowess, all because of you.
His shy hand was trying its best not to hurt you with its pull of your hair as you pushed your self deeper, his tip causing a gag you were quick to deny.Â
"FuckâŠ" his voice cracked a bit and it was then his loans turned octaves higher than his usual.
Music to your ears, and your wet pool in the south.
You sucked him faster, gaining momentum and rhythm with your head as he meets your mouth with his hips. He says he couldn't help it, you heard him mumble albeit not too audible.
"Babe⊠babe you can⊠stop now." He said between breaths which caused you some confusion, and a bit of self doubt. Is there something wrong?
"Babe please come hereâŠ" He cooed as he fixated his back against the headboard, signaling you to come closer. You settled at his thigh, moistened bodies touching, foreheads resting against each other as both race breaths.
"Did I⊠do something wrong?"
He was still whimpering by himself, suddenly taking your lips on a lock once again. You let him be, taking time to answer what could have been a little sensitive at this time.
The kiss took long enough when you felt his body, shaking a bit hard on on your leftă
Ąhe was pumping himself too fast which you didn't know he had been helping himself as soon as he kissed you.Â
He rests his head against the wooden board, while you take in the hottest image you have seen of him so far. You know he was near his release when his teeth started gritting, eyes and brows shut to pleasure.
"I'm⊠cummingâŠ."
His breaths sounded so hoarse, and you thought of nothing but to kiss that sumptuous long neck right in front of your eyes, and paint his thigh the arousal that once again made itself known.
Not too long and he releases strands of his cum, accompanied by his deep moan that resonated to your core.
"I don't know⊠how to end thisâŠ" He giggled, still chasing his breath as he kisses you once more, pulling you closer to him as if there was any distance left. "I'm⊠sorry," He began to speak, caressing your chin with his fingers. "I'mâŠ"
"Hmm�"
He sighs in defeat. "I'm⊠too shy to cum⊠inside your mouth. Or just⊠cumming⊠like the idea of having these sticky liquid all over you⊠inside you⊠I⊠it's making me shy, you might think it's⊠dirty or anything? I mean it's our first so⊠you might not be used to it yet⊠and the fact that... i dod not wear any protection... felt like violated you, my love."
You saw how hard he constructed that ment of his, which earned him a soft giggle from you.
"Oh my God⊠Soonyoung." You gave him a peck before continuing, "why are you so cute?" and gave him a hug so warm, so endearing. "Don't worry about those things I don't make you even think of. I'm all good."
He blushed moreover from his aftersex glow. "Well... I wasn't being cute!" He lets you rest on his chest. "Anyway⊠this is just the first. I'll be more confident in our next." His breath felt closer to your ear, as his airy voice filled the room. "Unless you need help with that wetness right now?"
You just know his face have turned smug now, so proud of how he can make you feel aroused so damn fast.
Of course, you gave in. You needed another release, manifested through not just the wetness, but also the aching of your inner thighs. You want him again, and again. His fault for being too hot for your sake.
"How about a ride before we get to eat breakfast?"
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