#she can fill any role I need her to fill she’s good at everything she’s adorable in every job outfit I love all her voice lines

[figofswords]

I can do whatever I set my mind to!!!!

[giannaln4]

GIANNA'S KINKTOBER '24 SEASON

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Kinktober day sixteen.

Breeding Kink (3.2k words)

summary: Since the moment he met you, Lando knew he wanted you to be the mother of his children, and that feeling only intensified when he saw taking care of your nephew.

warnings: NSFW, +18, smut, MDNI, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talking, breeding kink.

To anyone else, and as people would expect, seeing your significant other with a child should warm your heart; it should give you a soft spot for the person you’ve vowed to spend the rest of your life with. 

Lando did feel like that when he saw you interact with any kid, like when you were walking in the paddock and a kid came up to him and you always made conversation so they wouldn’t feel so shy, or when a driver brought their kid to the race and you immediately leaned down to talk to them, sometimes even holding their tiny hands as they swore they had the coolest thing to show you.

That was the first few times, at least. But he will never forget how everything inside him shifted when you first met his niece. She instantly fell in love with you, and she needed to drag you everywhere. Who could blame her, really; that’s just the effect you have on people.

But god, the effect you had on him? That was another level, because the way he felt that weekend when you picked up a motherly role when you were with her made him feel something he had never felt before, something he never imagined, and quite honestly, he couldn’t explain it. That was until you were saying goodbye and the little girl nearly cried when her mother took her from your arms, and his hands instinctively landed on your tummy when he walked you back to the car.

The thought of you carrying his child and taking care of them the same way you did with his niece — now that is a fire he could never put out, not until it became a reality. He wanted- no, he needed to make you a mother; he desperately needed to put a baby in you in a way that was almost primal.

You and Lando have been together for years, and it was common knowledge that he wanted kids. Sure, you have talked about having a family one day after getting married, one day, but sometimes he just wishes you could skip all of that and make a baby once and for all. 

For months, he kept those thoughts to himself, not wanting to ruin what you had just because he couldn’t contain his desire buried for a little longer; that was until you babysat your 5-year-old nephew, Charlie.

He came back home sometime in the afternoon, eyes tired and body aching for the intensity of the past weeks. He wanted nothing more than to be with his girlfriend and forget about the world, but as soon as he stepped into your apartment, he heard the TV and loud chuckles coming from the living room.

His brows frowned in confusion as he dropped his bags next to the door and followed the noise, his heart nearly stopping when he spotted you playing with the little kid.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” He said with a huge smile.

“Oh hi, you’re home,” you sprinted towards him, hugging him tightly when he caught you in his arms. “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too, sweetheart,” he kissed your temple. “And how is this little guy doing?" Lando walked towards Charlie, kneeling next to him to be at the same level. 

“Good, we are playing with the puppies,” he exclaimed, his tiny finger pointed at the TV. 

“Yeah? Are they fun?” He just nodded and ran closer to the glowing screen, completely forgetting about Lando’s existence and jumping again as his tired eyes followed the dogs.

“Don’t worry, my sister will pick him up in a couple of hours.”

“It’s fine. He seems happy.”

“And very tired. I think it's time for a nap, what do you say?” You walked towards him, trying to pick him up, but he refused.

“No! I wanna play racing again.” 

“We can play some other time, I promise.” 

He looked up at you, the corners of his mouth turning down as his eyes quickly filled with tears. He shook his head and ran back to Lando, who was still on his knees, as he caged himself in his arms.

“I wanna play racing,” he repeated, this time to your boyfriend, sniffling and wiping his tears.

“Yeah? We can play for a little while.”

“Lando-” The way he just betrayed you, you would never forgive him.

“He’ll want to go to sleep soon, don’t worry.” You saw them walk to Lando’s streaming room, Charlie skipping as he held his hand.

You rolled your eyes and followed them, crossing your arms as you rested against the door frame. Lando tried to pick him up, intending to sit him in the sim, but he nearly lost his mind, as if Lando had no idea how playing racing worked.

“No! Auntie.” Lando freaked out and out and put him back down, looking at you as he begged for your help with a single look.

“I’m right here, sweetie.”

You stepped closer to them, sitting on the chair as you picked him up and put him on your lap. He was happy again, his little feet kicking in the air as he gripped the steering wheel.

“We’ll do one more, okay?”

“Yes!” He happily exclaimed.

Lando watched the both of you in awe as you started the game, showing Charlie all the cool cars he could choose from.

“I want the blue car again!” He said, pointing at the Red Bull. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Lando joked. You giggled at this, but chose the Red Bull for the race.

It was a free practice session, so you weren’t actually racing other cars, but you still got to drive it super fast, which is exactly what he liked. 

As the session started, you placed your hands just below his. You were doing all the work, but the illusion was still there. 

It was a little harder to drive like this, but you still managed to put up a few good laps without messing up too much, but even when you did, he was enjoying it, giggling and pointing at the screens as he turned to Lando to ask him an excited “did you see that?” Any time something happened, and every time, Lando would just nod and match his enthusiasm.

The session ended, and just like you did earlier today, you congratulated your nephew for his amazing driving. He took the compliments proudly as if he just won a championship, but his head soon fell on your chest, yawning as he snuggled closer.

“Okay, time for a nap.”

He didn’t resist this time. Instead, he nodded as his eyes closed. Lando helped you get up as you held Charlie close to you, walking towards the guest room; that was the room he preferred, saying your room was too scary and probably haunted.

You carefully laid him down, taking his shoes off and covering his body with a blanket. How was he already in a deep sleep? You had no idea, but you envy him.

While he was asleep, you took the time to clean up the mess he made earlier, picking up all the toys he brought and putting Lando’s helmets back where they belonged. You loved your nephew, you really did, but man, it was really challenging to take care of a child. Not only were they messy and unpredictable, but they had so much energy you could barely keep up. You often wondered how your sister did it. 

Once you finished up, you dramatically collapsed on the couch. “I need to sleep for like a week,” you joked, your boyfriend laughing at your antics.

He made his way to the couch, sitting next to you as he pulled you in a warm embrace, hands caressing your sides as he placed a sweet kiss on the top of your head. “Me too, and I was only here for like half an hour.”

“Imagine! I’ve been with him since this morning. I’m never babysitting again.”

“No? But you love Charlie.” He looked at you expectantly, trying to decipher if you were being serious.

“I do, but it’s too much sometimes. I honestly don’t know what we’ll do when we have our kids.”

Our kids. Two simple words that opened up a can that you would never be able to close. He stayed silent, mentally cursing the tent forming in his pants for betraying him in such an innocent moment.

You didn’t think anything of it, nor did you realise what those two words did to him, so you just reached for the remote control and browsed the channels. You ended up picking a cooking show, paying attention as if you would ever cook anything like that.

The entire time, Lando was paying attention to you — all of you. He admired your face, your hands, your hips… your tummy. He couldn’t stop himself from placing both his hands on your stomach, imagining what you would look like carrying a child. His child. He was well aware he was getting ahead of himself, but after witnessing today’s events? God, he needed to do something about it.

Another hour went by, and you were already catching up to your boyfriend’s intentions. To you, everything seemed normal at first, but the lower his hands got and the way his thumb was rubbing soft circles on your stomach, it clicked. You knew how Lando felt about having a family with you, but it never crossed your mind that seeing you with kids affected him so much. Though it all made more sense now, any time you were near a kid, even if you didn’t interact with them at all, his hands would be all over you, and when he got you alone? That’s another story, but you never connected the dots until now. 

Suddenly, a phone call made both of you jump. It was your sister calling you to let you know she was in the building, ready to pick Charlie up. You gathered all his things as Lando greeted your sister, walking her in and guiding her to the guest room.

“Aw, he looks so peaceful.”

“Well, you should’ve seen him two hours ago,” you joked.

“I know,” she laughed with you. “Thank you for taking care of him on such short notice, you saved my life today.”

“It’s okay, I love spending time with Charlie, and I’m happy to do it any other time.” 

“Thanks, Y/N. He honestly loves you, you have no idea how happy he got when I told him we were coming here.” Your sister was about to carry Charlie in his arms, but Lando offered to bring him down to the car. 

Okay, now you got it. You had to admit that seeing Lando carry a little kid did things to you, and since your realisation a few minutes ago, you couldn’t stop thinking about a family; how did you suddenly get your own case of baby fever? Sure, you were still young, and that probably wouldn’t happen for at least a few years, but fantasising couldn’t hurt anyone. 

You walked back to the apartment holding Lando’s hand, his grip so tight you thought he could break your hand if he squeezed a little harder. As soon as the door closed behind you, he grabbed you by the hips and turned you around, his lips crashing into yours in an intense kiss.

Kissing him back, your arms wrapped around his neck as one hand played with his hair.

“You looked so pretty today, taking such good care of the baby,” he mumbled against your lips, biting it sofly. You couldn’t contain the moan that left your mouth, only encouraging him further. 

He carried you to your bedroom, immediately throwing you in the bed and hovering over you. He pressed himself further into you, making you very aware of his hardening cock as he nudged his bulge into your lower stomach. You moaned again, your legs going around his torso to pull him down.

“I wanna put a baby in you. God, you would look so perfect.” He didn’t know what to do with you. He wanted to kiss you, bite you; he wanted to touch you everywhere, his own mind making him feel overwhelmed. 

After quickly taking off your shirt, he started kissing you everywhere, a trail of wet kisses making their way down your body. His touch was electric, making you nearly squirm beneath him as your fingers kept a tight grip on his hair, and his words only made the feeling intensify. 

“Lando,” you moaned, he hummed in response, “do it,” you simply said. God, the way everything inside him shifted is something he wanted to remember for the rest of his life. He looked up at you, eyes filled with a hunger and desperation you had never seen before. 

“Yeah? You want me to put a baby here?” He asked you, his big hand falling on your lower stomach as he kissed it. 

“Mhm, yes.” Your heartbeat was as strong as ever, and you were already having a hard time focusing. You needed him to do something and you needed it now. 

“Fuck,” he breathed as his hips involuntarily thrusted into the mattress. His lips kept exploring the lower part of your body as his hands worked on getting rid of your joggers, hands falling on your thighs immediately after to move them to rest on his shoulders. 

“Please, I need you so bad,” you begged, and he assumed you were asking him to pay attention to your poor pussy, which you were, but his mouth is not what you needed right now, so you stopped him after one firm lick. “Inside me.”

“As you wish, my love.” 

He got off the bed to quickly discard his clothes as you did the same with your bra, falling back on the bed as you eagerly waited for him. You felt like his gaze was piercing you as he lowered his body, pressing himself against you.

You moaned in anticipation, your arms wrapped around his neck as you felt your pussy starting to drip with desire. He moved his fingers along your sides and all the way down to your hole, collecting your wetness and spreading everywhere, finally getting to your clit as he rubbed soft circles for a moment.

He moved his mouth to your chest, taking one of your nipples into your mouth as he whimpered, and his mind instantly went to how sensitive and full they would be once you were pregnant, and he couldn’t wait any longer. “You look so fucking sexy tonight, sweetheart... I wanna fuck you so bad.” He was practically drooling as his fingers left your pussy and grabbed his cock, pumping it a couple of times before guiding it to your entrance.

You couldn’t help your gaze dropping to his member, already swollen at the tip and bubbling with precum. It seemed impossible, but you were sure you had never needed him this bad.

He pushed into you, making both of you moan loudly as his eyes met yours for a moment before pressing a kiss on your lips, whispering a little “I love you.”

He didn’t give you that long to adjust. His hands went under your ass, moving you up and down his cock. As if your sex life wasn’t already rough, the intention he had in mind just made him go crazier, because the way he was thrusting into you was bound to leave you sore for days. 

The room was filled with whimpers and slick noises the whole time, moans of each other’s names joining from time to time. “Gonna fill you up so good,” he breathed, his hands squeezing your ass, “fuck, can’t wait to see your tummy grow.” All you could do was moan, the words leaving his mouth putting you under a spell that you could never escape. “Do you want that, love?”

“Uh- huh,” you managed to spit out, fingers drigging into his strong biceps.

“Wanna hear you say it.”

“Fuck- ah. I want you to put a baby in me.” You replied, eyes focusing on what your words did to him.

His hips began to speed up, thrashing your head against the pillows as he repeatedly hit that sweet spot deep inside you. He was so deep you could practically feel him in the pit of your stomach.

“Harder,” you whimpered, and he immediately started to drill into you, the air nearly getting knocked out of your lungs as his grip tightened. 

“You feel so good around me, so so good for me,” he pants, looking down to where you were connected. “Fuck.”

“Ah- Lando.” It felt so good. So good that you are too far out of reality to form any thoughts; you could only think about him and how good he looked above you, with his mouth hung open in pure pleasure as he panted.

One of his hands made its way to your tummy, pressing down where he could feel himself. It was so simple yet so effective; he could feel his cock moving deep inside you. He gragged it further, his fingers catching your clit.

“Fuck,” you let out a broken moan, “just like that.”

He smirked at this; it was like you were begging him to get you pregnant as you began to tighten around him. He knew you were close; he could not only feel it but see it, the way your eyes were squeezed shut as your legs started to quiver.

“You wanna cum? You wanna cum while I fill you up?”

“Fuck,” you screamed as your head frantically nodded. 

“Cum with me, I’m gonna put a baby in there.”

With that, your orgasm began to take over, squeezing around him tighter, triggering his own release. He slowed his movements down and both his hands took a hold of your waist, keeping you in place so you wouldn’t waste a single drop.

Both your moans were even louder as he did his best to continue pushing into you through his orgasm, wanting to pump as much of his seed into you as he possibly could. When he physically couldn’t keep going, he stopped, keeping his cock deep inside you as he tried to catch his breath. 

He looked down at you, a smile adorning his face as he looked down at the mess he made. Slowly, he pulled out, his fingers quickly replacing his cock as he pushed his cum back into you, making you squirm and whimper at how sensitive you were. 

“Gonna have to squeeze for me, love, you gotta keep it inside.” The sight almost made him want to fuck you again; he couldn’t believe how pretty you looked filled up to the brim with his cum.

His eyes locked with yours, fingers going inside his mouth as he licked them clean. He had lost his mind; you were sure of that, but fuck, you couldn’t deny how hot that was.

With a satisfied smirk, he fell next to you, pulling you into his arms as he kissed you once more. “I love you so much,” he whispered.

“I love you too.”

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[scorpiosbite]

when actress!reader and drew met for the first time

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ────୨ৎ──── it's your first time in LA, so when your new friend madelyn cline invites you to a club in downtown LA with the rest of her obx castmates, who are you to decline.

𝜗𝜚 pairing: actress!reader x drew starkey

author’s note: this takes place in mid-2024 after the filming of obx 4 wrapped.

you stared at your reflection in the luxurious bathroom mirror, your makeup was light and your hair was straightened and open. yet you felt a bit like that saying 'a pig in makeup.' dressed in a sheer, white, long-sleeve top, a black lace bra underneath, clearly showing through, and black shorts paired with itno biker boots. your fingers, filled with chrome heart rings, sliver earrings of various jewellery brands covering your ears, yet your neck is still bare.

you sigh heavily, being racked with anxiety like this before going out was common for you. there was a reason you barely left your london home except for work. and now, here in LA for the first time and without mimi, your best friend who is the polar opposite of you and the only person who is capable of making you feel calm in these situations, you feel as though you are going to make a fool out of yourself. it's not like you don't want to meet madelyn and the rest of the obx cast, you really do, and you want to make a good impression which is why your anxiety feels worse than normal. the world sees you as this confident enigma, but only you experience this feeling of dread weighing down on your chest that tells you that you aren’t capable of more difficult roles, that you don’t deserve the fame and love given to you, that you aren’t hardworking or beautiful enough, that if people saw the real you, they would hate what they see. this feeling, this voice, is the reason you’re so recluse.

but before you can spiral any further your phone rings. madelyn's name lights up the screen. you pick up, clearing your throat, trying to settle the shake in your voice to hide your nervousness. "hi, maddie" you can hear the smile on her face through her response. "hi, y/n!! are you ready? i'm on the way to your hotel, i'll be there in like 10 minutes." the excitement in her voice eases your anxiety. maddie had dmed you on instagram a few months ago after seeing an interview of yours where you named outer banks as the show you watch during your free time while filming and since that moment the two of you became fast friends. so when you told her you were going to be in LA for the first time for work, she enthusiastically invited you to come hang out with her and her castmates. "yea, i'm ready, i'll come down to the lobby." you end the call and then rush around the room grabbing your bag and filling it with everything you may need, before giving your face and outfit a final check in the mirror before making your way to the lobby.

madelyn texted you that her car was parked outside the entrance when you reached the lobby and the hotel staff let you know that there was no paparazzi outside so you walked outside where madelyn’s driver had the backseat door open for you, you thanked him and hopped into the car and he walked back to the drivers seat and and started driving. madelyn’s smiling face greeted you. “hi, wow you look fucking stunning. it’s so good to finally meet you!” you gave her a bright smile in return. “thank you, you look unreal, and yes it’s so good to finally meet you too!” you gave her a tight hug. “fuck, y/n what perfume do you use, you smell amazing.” “aw, thank you! it’s the kayali vanilla one, babes.” madelyn laughed “what?” you gave her a confused laugh “ the ‘babes’ you’re so british!” you laughed and nodded “i forget that there’s terms we use that aren’t common here.”

madelyn pulled out her phone and started checking something, so you took the time to look out the window and take in LA during the night. “ok so chase is there, so is laci, madison, jd, austin and drew.” you felt your breath hitch at the mention of his name. “drew’s there?” madelyn gave you a knowing smirk. “yea, he’s coming.” you raised a brow. “what was that smirk for?” she shrugged and gave you a downward smile “you’ll see.” before you could question her further, the car came to a stop in front of the club. “we’re here, miss cline.” madelyn’s driver spoke up from his seat and then stepped out of the car coming around and opening the door for the both of you, you hopped out first and thanked him and waited while madelyn got out. she thanked him and then he drove off.

madelyn interlocked your hands together “excited?” you laughed at her excitement. “yea, let’s get a shot in me.” the atmosphere of the club was electric, the people around you were dancing and having the time of their lives. seeing everyone around you, you felt the anxiousness start to melt from your body. madelyn was looking around, trying to find her friends her hand still holding yours. “oh! i see them! let’s go!” she dragged you behind her, coming to a stop at the end of the table. everyone greeted you with bright smiles “guys! this is y/n. but you all already know that” she said in a singsong voice. “we’re all big fans of you.” she added as she turned to you. you smiled shyly with everyone’s attention on you. “hi.” you gave a little wave. your eyes immediately locked with drew’s, even sitting down he towered over everyone. you felt your breathe hitch and your limbs numb. you were suddenly pulled into hugs one by one by everyone else, you muttered greetings but it felt like an out of body experience as your eyes refused to stray from drew’s.

drew felt like he couldn’t breathe, he had spent so many months dreaming of this moment when he would finally see you in person. and all he could think was that the screen could never do justice to you. your energy, your beauty in real life was unmeasurable. “hi, i’m drew.” you smiled at him, a saccharine smile that made his heart stutter. “i know.” you took a seat next to him at the table while austin and jd went to get shots for the table “so y/n, what do you think of LA?” madison asked “it’s quite different to london.” you laughed. you were having trouble focusing as drew’s thigh kept bumping into yours. you thought about how badly you wanted him to use his size and strength against you. if he would throw you and bend you to his will, you clenched your thighs together at the thought.

jd and austin returned with the shots and everyone’s energy immediately skyrocketed. you all grabbed a shot. “let’s have a good fucking night! whoo!!” chase yelled and you all clinked your glasses and downed your drinks. everyone winced but you weren’t phased “what!! how did you not feel that!” austin yelled over the music that had somehow gotten louder. “that was straight tequila!” you shrugged with a smug smile on your face “i’m british, darling, you americans can’t keep up!” you laughed. drew beside you, had a look on his face that was somehow both impressed and turned on. “oh my god! i fucking love this song.” you exclaimed beginning to feel the alcohol travel through your system, taking with it the inhibitions that often consumed you. “dance with me?” madelyn asked and you nodded your head. she grabbed your hand but before she could drag you behind her you turned your head and mouthed to drew “watch me.”

drew’s throat felt constricted, his pants were becoming impossibly tight. you were grinding on madelyn and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. you’re mesmerising and he had to have you. it felt as though time had slowed down and the two of you were the only people in the crowded club. “come on man, let’s go dance.” jd clapped drew on the shoulder. he got up and began making his way to the centre of the dance floor, his eyes still locked on you.

your eyes were closed and you were completely lost in the music when you felt madelyn whisper in your ear from behind. “drew’s walking over, don’t tell him i told you this, but he’s into you.” your eyes snapped open but before you could question her, drew was standing in front of you, towering over everyone in the club. everyone else present faded away as you took in his presence. he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “wanna dance on me like that?” you smirked, tilting your head up, slightly. “you wish.” he smirked down at you. the alcohol you had consumed throughout the night made you bold and carefree and you used it’s effects on you to the fullest. you wrapped your arms around his neck and he brought his hands to your waist, covering the small of your back.

drew’s head felt dizzy, you smelt so good he wanted to drag his tongue across every inch of the surface of your body. he leaned down to your neck inhaling the scent of your perfume and pheromones. “fuck, you smell amazing.” you smirked “yeah? want a taste?” drew threw his head back his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “fuck, y/n, don’t say shit like that.” you leaned up on your tippy toes so that you could whisper in his ear. “why not?” you came back down so that you could gaze back up at him, your eyes big and wide, innocent, like you weren’t thinking all the disgusting things you wanted him to do to you. “you don’t wanna fuck me, drew?”

you giggled as you unlocked the door to your hotel room, drew, hot on your heels. as soon as the door was open drew picked you up and you giggled drunkenly, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. drew’s hands came to grip on your thighs squeezing at the flesh as he devoured your lips with his, teeth and tongue clashing. you moaned into the kiss, your hands scratching at his buzzed head. drew reached out behind you and pushed the door shut. the sound of it echoing through the room but the both of you couldn’t care less. your lace panties were soaked all the way through and you could feel his cock straining through his pants, drew broke the kiss. “you feel what you do to me, baby?” you hummed in agreement already feeling fucked out even though he hadn’t even properly touched you yet “been hard from the moment i saw you walk through the door.”

“need you so bad, drew” you whined, not even caring if you sounded desperate, he was more desperate than you anyway. “yeah? need me that bad, baby? need me in that pretty little pussy?” you nodded, biting your lip “wanna be full of you.” drew groaned “fuck, you trying make cum in my pants y/n?” you giggled. drew began to make his way to the bed, with you still in his arms. he dropped you onto the plush bed and you bounced on the mattress. “are you sober enough to do this? cause i don’t want you to regret this in the morning.” you shook you head frantically. “no, i want you, i’m just tipsy, i told you i have a high tolerance.” he laughed, a low rumble that caused your core to flutter. “that you did, baby.” you spread your legs open to make room for him and he began to unzip your boots and pull off your socks before kicking off his own shoes.

drew kneeled on the edge of the bed, leaning down to attach himself to your neck, biting, licking, and sucking at the skin. your moans were breathy, almost sigh like at the feeling of his lips. his hands brushed at your waist, tugging at the hem of your sheer top. “let me see you.” he pulled it off, messing up your hair as it went over your head. he then moved to your shorts tugging them down your legs, leaving you in your matching black, lace bra and black, lace thong. “fuck, you’re unreal, i can’t believe you’re here right now.” you giggled at his words. “you’re sweet.” he chuckled and he leaned back down to kiss you. “yeah? i’m sweet, baby?” “mhmm.” you nodded as he connected your lips together again. you kissed him back with ferocity. tugging his bottom lip with your teeth, your hands stroked his covered chest, and you broke the kiss, your lips still so close that you could feel his breath on your face. “take off your clothes.”

drew groaned and his face dropped into your neck, before he stood up off the bed and pulled his shirt over his head, moving to his pants unbuttoning them and then pushing them down his legs, leaving him in just his boxers. your mouth hung open when you saw the size of his bulge through his boxers and the wet patch forming on the material. you sat up on the bed and tugged him closer to you by the waistband of his boxers, licking his clothed bulge. “poor baby, so hard, do you need me to help you?” drew whimpered, nodding his head. “need you so bad, pretty girl.” you chuckled, “want me so bad don’t you, drew?” drew’s hips bucked in response a look of pure desperation on his pretty face, oh, you were gonna ruin him. leave him a mess so that the only person he would ever want was you.

you pushed down his boxers freeing his length. his massive cock snapped up, slapping his stomach, the red tip leaking pre cum. your mouth watered at the sight of him, he’s gorgeous. “you’re so pretty and big, drew.” drew whimpered “fuck, you gonna suck me off, gorgeous?” you hummed, your hand coming up to the base of his cock, stroking languidly. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” drew groaned, his hand curling into a fist by his side, like he was trying desperately not to force your mouth onto him. he opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, you parted your lips and began leaving open mouth kisses on his tip. alternating between sucking and kissing, drew groaned from above you, his hand finally coming up to tangle in your hair, never pushing or pulling just resting. such a gentleman you thought, but you wanted him to snap, to use you.

you breathed through your nose and then took his entire length into your mouth, your nose pushing into the trimmed patch of hair at the base of his cock. drew let out a loud groan that reverberated through the room. “fuck! y/n!” you hummed and then swallowed around his length, your tongue still rubbing the underside of his cock, before you pulled off of him to catch your breath. but before you could resume your ministrations, drew placed a hand under your chin, tilting your head up. you looked up at him with a fucked out expression and he look even more fucked out than you. “i’m gonna need to prep you, so get on your back for me, baby.” you giggled excitedly, drew reached behind you and unclipped your bra with ease and practised skill before you laid down onto the soft mattress.

your hair splayed around you like a halo, your cheeks flushed with a daze in your eyes as you gazed up at drew. he leaned over you on the bed, one hand placed by your head and the other stroking your thigh. “i’m gonna take you out after this.” you raised a brow, “oh yeah? what makes you think i’m gonna say yes?” drew smirked at you, he did love a challenge. “alright, if i make you cum three times, you have to go out with me. deal?” you hummed, mulling over the proposition. “you’re on, starkey.” drew leaned down and began kissing and biting your neck, then your shoulders then finally your tits, sucking at your nipple and squeezing the other one with his large palm. “been thinking about feeling these since the moment i saw them on my tv.” he mumbled against the flesh. you could only respond in moans. “fuck, drew!”

drew continued his way down till he was face to face with your lace covered soaked core, he nuzzled his face into your clothed pussy, inhaling deeply. “fuck, you smell amazing.” you whined impatiently, bucking your hips. drew chuckled and hooked his fingers into the band of your thong, dragging it down slowly, the material clung to your centre a sticky film connecting your cunt and the fabric as he pulled it down and off your legs, dropping the fabric onto his pile of clothes on the floor. “god, you’re so wet, baby.” drew said breathlessly. “who’s got you so wet, huh? tell me.” your cheeks flushed in embarrassment “you, drew, i’m so wet, just for you.” drew hummed appreciatively “such a pretty pussy, I knew your cunt would be gorgeous, just like the rest of you.”

before you could say anything in response, drew dove into your cunt, eating you like a man starved. his tongue flicked at your clit, as he spread your lips open with his fingers baring you for him to consume. you gasped and whined, your moans coming out broken. then he sucked your clit into his mouth and his long finger prodded at your entrance. your hips bucked and your thighs squeezed at his head. but drew just held your legs open with one hand as he doubled down on his efforts, he slipped in another finger, thrusting with fervour and you thought you were seeing stars, you had never had a man eat you out like this before. it was like drew was born to live between your legs, like he was made just for you. as he sped up his movements you felt the tightening band in your stomach about to snap. “fuck! drew! shit! i’m gonna cum!” your orgasm tore through you with a rage, as you came with a shout of his name. your back arched off the bed and your legs shook around drew’s head, thighs squeezing him. your puffy clit throbbed and your slick walls pulsating around his fingers.

drew detached himself from your abused cunt, slotting himself between your spread legs, your body was still trembling. “that’s one, baby” you could only muster a whine in response as drew grabbed the base of his cock stroking a few quick times, before slapping the head of his cock against your swollen cunt. “fuck, wait, i don’t have a condom.” you shook your head. “don’t care ‘m on birth control, wanna feel you, drew.” you said, your voice full of your need for him. drew groaned his head bowing forward, as if his was in prayer. his voice conveying his all consuming desire for you. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

drew smeared his pre cum all over your cunt, like he was trying to mark you as his. then he pushed the tip in, your mouth hung open as a gasp escaped your plush, swollen lips. it felt as though he was spitting you open. drew stopped as your brows furrowed and your perfect face scrunched up, mouth still open. he was right, you look exactly as how you did in your sex scene. but seeing you now, in real life, in front of him, as the cause of your pleasure, the feeling was indescribable. he knew in that moment that he lived for you. to be the source of all your joy. you shook your head “no, don’t stop, i want it to hurt, i want to be able to feel you tomorrow.” he couldn’t speak, drew swore that no woman could every make him feel like you did. he pushed all the way in bottoming out, he didn’t give you any time to adjust to his size, pounding into your tight cunt with ardour. your moans and whines came out strangled, your face flushing.

drew’s hand trailed your thigh, grabbing the plump flesh, so tight that you knew that he would leave hand prints, his cock slammed into your walls and he looks so pretty above you, bottom lip bit under his pearly teeth, in effort to keep his groans at bay. sweat gathering at his forehead, that you wanted to lick off, pretty brows furrowed together. you were gripping him like a vice and he knew that he wasn’t going to last long. he brought his thumb to your throbbing clit. rubbing quick circles on the bundle of nerves, you threw you head back exposing your neck as you felt your second orgasm of the night creep onto you. “shit, baby, prettiest girl in the world, fucked out on my cock. you don’t know how long i’ve been dreaming of this.” your tits bounced with each slap of his hips against yours, his heavy balls banging against your ass, the sting adding to your pleasure.

“holy fuck, drew!” your body convulses from your second climax, tight walls clenching hard around drew’s thick cock, he pulled out quickly, flipping you onto your knees as your face buried into the mattress. you panted heavily as he pushed back into you from behind. large palms gripping onto your hips. he picked up his pace right where he left it giving you no time to gather yourself. strong hips pounding against your perfect ass, one hand left your hips that he trailed down your back to your head gripping your hair, turning your head to the side so you could watch him over your shoulder. but you struggled to keep your eyes open.

drew was struggling not to cum, he was nothing if not a man of his word, so no matter how hard your velvet walls clenched around him, no matter how perfect the sight before him was, he had to see you again. so he wasn’t going to lose his chance by fucking cumming too quickly like a teenage boy. “best fucking pussy i’ve ever had.” he praised and you squealed in response, you couldn’t form coherent thoughts anymore, let alone words. the only thing you could think of was drew, and how he was splitting you apart on his big cock. the angle of his thrusts hitting that sweet spot inside of you. “fuck! ‘m gonna cum, baby!” you cried out and drew whimpered in relief, he was teetering on the edge and the thought of having to hold on for any longer made him feel like he was going to collapse. “yeah? gonna give me number three, baby?” you pushed your ass back into him matching his thrusts as you whined loudly. drew was hypnotised as your red cheeks bounced on his pelvis, his hand leaving its place on your hip to smack down on the plump flesh, once, twice, then three times, watching it jiggle. “fuck, please rub my clit!” drew obeyed immediately bending at hip and reaching around you so that his long fingers could rub at your pulsing clit with vehemence.

“i’m cumming!” your body shook and your eyes squeezed shut as tears rolled down your eyes, you felt this wetness exploding out of you but you couldn’t focus on it, drew groaned from behind you his hips stuttering as he came with a loud moan of your name his cum pushing into your cervix. he pulled out of you and you felt the mixture of your fluids seeping out of your pussy. drew took two of his fingers and gathered the mixture and pushed it back into your sensitive cunt, you whined in response, collapsing onto your back it’s only then did you see the mess you had caused on the expensive sheets of the hotel bed. “you squirted. that’s so fucking hot.” you felt boneless, completely spent. “ever done that before?” you shook your head no “mm mm.” drew’s face was completely fucked out and you were sure you didn’t look much different. “hold on, baby, i’m gonna clean you up, ok?” you simply nodded, too tired to speak. drew walked to the bathroom and came back with a wet towel, which he used to wipe between your legs and over your sensitive cunt, before chucking the cloth somewhere on the floor, then collapsing next to you on the bed.

drew gathered you into his arms tugging you close to him, his arm under your head and the other around your waist and you snuggled your face into the crevice of his neck and shoulder. your hand coming up to rest on his chest and your legs tangling with his. you have never felt so content in your life. drew spoke in a hushed tone. “so, that was three, can i take you out now?” you giggled in response “yeah, can i tell you a secret?” drew was tracing patterns on your back. “what’s that, baby?” you smiled against his skin “i was gonna say yes anyway, but i wanted to make you work for it.” drew chuckled. “you cheeky minx.” “can i tell you a secret?” you nodded “i would’ve done anything you told me to.”

TAGLIST: @sunnybunnyy2 @percysley @wearemadeofstardust0 @idgasb @pinkpantheris @emmaaas-posts @grace-sully @chloeisbunny

god that took me so fucking long to write but i hope it’s not disappointing. thank you for all the love on the previous parts my lovelies!!

[abyssalzones]

can you tell us about your interpretation of the better world universe!!!! especially curious how stan/mystery trio works into it

hell yesssss I definitely can. ABW is maybe my favorite niche gf thing and probably the only "AU" I care about but that may be due to the fact that it's an AU that exists in the canon and we know so little about it. so it has an established foundation that you're left to fill in the details with yourself... it's like a poke bowl to me. you can put anything in there

and since I felt like it here's a bonus pic of them living their best lives pestering ford

[explanation-y stuff under ze cut because I got very longwinded]

as for specifics of how I see everything working out, there's a few key points that establish why things happened differently from canon, the most important being:

Stan agrees to hide journal #3 somewhere

Ford reunites with fiddleford and they begin working together again

both of these are already confirmed in canon, the first being the most obvious "schism" between timelines. literally everything in ABW is the way it is because stan made a different decision. kind of crazy in terms of its implications: I feel like that moment in the basement is a really good example of how stan gets so few opportunities to shape her own life (while ford is in the picture...) because of her role as the 'black sheep' twin. it's not exactly a premeditated decision to push ford into the portal, it's her acting on feelings that have been bubbling unaddressed under the surface for 10-something years at that point, and only then does she have any sort of power over the "narrative" of both her life and the story itself, something that from her pov has been ford's story. and in the canon timeline, she says no.

so like, what the hell made her say yes in ABW's timeline? this question kind of haunts me because I feel like it has to be entirely dependent on what the inside of stan's head looked like at the time. it's possible something influenced her, but overall I think it's more interesting if ford did and said all the exact same things up until this point and it really was entirely dependent on stan's decision internally.

so stan says yes, goes on a big trip to the other side of the world somehow, and buries journal 3 somewhere probably never to be found again. yay! but, uh, going on a trip like ford was suggesting would... take weeks. that would leave ford alone again. and not to have my established thoughts informed by new material or anything but bill did give him 72 hours.

so, next order of business: how in the fuck would ford convince fiddleford to rejoin him??? I'm unsure between journal 3 and tbob's information how ford may have tried to reach out to him but it seems like fiddleford was pretty adamant about staying away from that guy, out of guilt or fear of bill/the portal or both. I don't think logically it would just be a matter of ford calling him enough times or finding out where he lives- and I think that's kind of getting away from the point of why ABW is the way it is too. if stan is suddenly making decisions that are influencing ford's life, I think it would be similarly interesting if fiddleford also possessed some unique autonomy in this scenario.

aka I think ford got fucked up badly (possibly involving losing an eye) and fiddleford found him half-dead while trying to burn his house down. [mabel voice] romance!

to clarify: I don't think fiddleford is obligated to take care of ford. a major part of him leaving the project was finally making the decision to leave a situation that was hurting him, that he'd been staying in entirely because he still cared about ford and felt on some level he could still help him (which gets broken with "I don't need you!") and I think that's a very reasonable decision on his part. but I also do have to think about all the times ford has been "the hero" in situations where fiddleford ends up hurt and helpless because of something traumatizing. I think it'd be fascinating to see that reversed and have fiddleford actively making the difficult, messy decision to take care of that guy even when they're on miserable terms. and so begins like a solid week of these two desperately trying to look out for eachother in a nightmare scenario where one of them probably needs to go to a hospital + keeps getting possessed off and on and the other is going through the worst addiction/withdrawal cycle of his life irt the memory gun. yay! (part of the reason this even works To Me also is heavily informed by the lack of secrets: if fiddleford is actively dressing that guy's wounds he can't really keep it all to himself anymore. crushingly intimate perhaps...)

stan gets back eventually. such is the context of this pic

from there it's a nebulous grab-bag of things I think could happen up to the foundation of the institute.

how do all three of these incredibly fucked up individuals get along? well they don't but then they do.

how do they get bill out of ford's head without performing amateur brain surgery? idk. my best guess is a fiddleford and stan bonding trip into ford's mindscape that potentially helps answer the first question. possibly utilizing the memory gun. shrugs.

what's up with that one picture you drew of parallel fidds holding the memory gun up to ford's head? well. okay that one might or might not be something that actually happened but the idea was just that ford is coping badly with a few specific things and I liked the idea of fiddleford "holding onto" something for him to remember and work through later when he's ready to deal with it, it's an interesting reversal of how he's normally more of a memory sink.

from the point in canon about them stabilizing the portal so that bill can't use it to get into their dimension anymore onward, I think it just becomes a matter of them living the lives they could've always had in canon without realizing it. hence "a better world." some cool tidbits I like to think about:

stan gets to transition much earlier (late 1990's perhaps?) and probably starts going by "lee" instead

she's also the institute's CMO and is mostly in it for going on business trips abroad with ford. and the money. obviously.

the institute probably also legitimately changes the world on a sociopolitical scale outside of just interdimensional travel since their research renders them uniquely untouchable and all three of them are trans (I'm cartoon logic-ing a little bit here just let me have this one)

ford is the eccentric bill nye esque face of the company, fiddleford is the backbone. that isn't to say ford doesn't do anything as I think he'd always moreso be in it for the science than the fame (though it is nice to be more than comfortable financially) but it's an open secret fiddleford keeps tabs on literally everything, he's still very security-oriented.

the northwest family now has a more prominent ongoing rivalry with the pines family that could be very funny to think about. they've taken all the LOGGING JOBS with their damn SCIENCE

part of the reason I thought ford should lose an eye is because I think having him wear an eyepatch would be a neat way to parallel stan's "role" as mr. mystery visually! stan wears an eyepatch for no legitimate reason to keep up appearances as a schlocky tourist trap host, but it also alludes to her being more than she seems under the surface. ford's eyepatch does sort of have a legitimate reason to exist, but he also could just wear his glass eye and it would probably be less "conspicuous." he chooses the eyepatch instead because it's part of his image as Stanford Pines, Founder of Oddology, and because it keeps him safe. there's also a little residual scarring there from damage to his eyelid/tarsal plate which could easily represent him hiding the more "damaged" aspects of himself under his successes. ouch.

I'm unsure if ford and stan would ever feel comfortable getting back in touch with their parents. I know a lot of people go that route with fan material but I don't think they should have to. I think they're much happier now having healed the rift between them on their own and getting to live successful lives for themselves, rather than to prove something to their father.

that being said I do think fiddleford gets in touch with emma-may and his son again and they end up on better terms with time and a Lot of effort. tate's family is now composed of his father, mother, "uncle" ford (in the ye olde gay closeted sense of referring to your dad's partner as an uncle), and auntie lee, and I like to think they go out on trips to the lake together often :]

also ford and fiddleford tie the knot unofficially (in the eyes of the government anyway) in 1990. owed to stan somehow getting "ordained" as a rabbi. don't ask me how.

the pines twins start visiting the institute from a younger age than they do irt visiting stan in the show-- but they're only permitted to come along on heavily-supervised interdimensional excursions once they turn 12. cue antics!

anyway, hopefully this extremely longwinded and loosely structured mess helped answer your question. I like ABW sooo so so much you guys

[jejewonster]

Tag, You're It.

he chased me and he wouldn't stop. tag, you're it 𖥔. ˖ ࣪𓂃 

⊹ ִ۪ ֗ ּ ۫ ִ  pairing: l.sm x f!reader ⊹ ִ۪ ֗ ּ ۫ ִ  genre: smut, dubcon (MDNI 18+ only)

⊹ ִ۪ ֗ ּ ۫ ִ  wc: 3,090

— seokmin abhors your clear distaste for him. and he’ll do just about anything to change that. ⊹ ִ۪ ֗ ּ ۫ ִ  smut tags & warnings: DUBCON, somnophilia, deflowering, corruption kink, oral (reader), creampie, multiple positions, mating press. slightly yandere!seokmin, reader is a lightweight and gets drunk easily. narcisstic!seokmin, reader is 'drugged’ by seokmin, if i have missed any warnings please let me know. ⊹ ִ۪ ֗ ּ ۫ ִ  a/n: read my guidelines. please do not take these warnings lightly. don't like, don't read, and feel free to block me if this isn't your cup of tea. thank u to @sunniques for beta-reading ♡.

seokmin has spent his life playing the good boy role, hiding behind the facade of someone well-liked, kind, and attentive. everyone knows him for his charming persona, everyone is in love with him. 

except you. 

he didn’t understand your clear disdain for him. you had always done everything in your power to avoid him. the more you ran away, the more it intrigued him. 

the first time he laid his eyes on you, he wasn’t sure what to think. you were obviously attractive and a little shy, but your beauty was not something that could be described so simply. 

the more he tried to interact with you, to get to know you the more you pushed him away. leaving group conversations mid-sentence, sitting on the opposite side of the lecture hall… you were too obvious. 

seokmin hates when he cannot control how people perceive him. he needs to fulfill the expectations he had set: the perfect man. and if you didn’t fall for it, then he would just have to take matters into his own hands. 

…

his plan is simple— or at least simple enough for him to execute without getting caught. 

it’s the end of midterms, and your classmate somehow was able to convince you to join in on the group hangout. sat in the very corner of the booth, you looked around with eyes reminiscent of a newborn fawn. wide-eyed and just so lost. 

seokmin can help with that. 

“hey, anyone down to do a round of shots?” he asks the group, looking around to find everyone humming in agreement. 

boring holes into your figure, he sees that you’re the only one who seems reluctant to take a drink. well, seokmin can’t have that. 

you were quite the people pleaser, something he found out through his observations. it can’t be that hard to get you to at least take one shot. 

“are you not drinking?” your only acquaintance out of the group asks. 

turning to look at her, you shrug your shoulders. 

you didn’t have a ride home tonight, but you didn’t live too far. if you somehow find a way to stay sober, it won’t be too hard to slip out without anyone noticing. 

“i think i’ll pass, gotta walk home later,” your voice is meek, but your friend can’t help but frown. 

she shakes your shoulder as if attempting to pull you out of a trance. 

“c’mon! just one? we’re all here to celebrate!” she continues to push. 

filled with uncertainty, you reluctantly agree to her demands. it might be the only way she shuts up. 

sighing, you give in. “fine. just one. i’m too much of a lightweight though, so after that, i’m done.” 

a cheer erupts from her mouth, satisfied in being able to convince you to “let loose” for once. 

you don’t even know how you even got here in the first place. and you definitely didn’t think seokmin would be joining either. but now that you’re sitting there, in the corner of the booth, you know there’s no way to escape him now. 

it’s not that you hated him. god, no. you just had a bad feeling about his persona. it was almost like he was too nice. you weren’t sure what had your intuition swaying the moment you laid your eyes on him, but you simply can’t shake the eerie feeling that he gives off. 

“shots are here!” seokmin announces, handing everyone a glass. his charming smile practically blinds you, but anyone who isn’t entranced by him can see the dark energy behind his gaze. 

the way his smile never reaches his eyes, no matter how hard he tries. it had shivers running down your spine. who is the real lee seokmin? 

by the time there’s one shot remaining, your eyes meet. heartbeat drumming incessantly in your chest, you watch as his eyes piece through your very being. 

“you gonna take it?” he asks you. 

the breath in your throat is caught. this is probably the first time he’s ever spoken directly to you, and it has you shifting uncomfortably in your seat. 

“u-uh sure? why not?” you chuckle nervously before grabbing the glass out of his hand. 

placing the rim of the shot glass to your lips, you swallow the alcohol without a second thought. seokmin’s eyes burn into your soul as you swallow every last drop. you weren’t sure why he was observing you so intensely, but you tried your best not to think too much about it. 

… 

an hour passes and seokmin continues to keep his undivided attention on you. the shot glass he gave you was stronger than the rest, and he could only hope that’s all he needed to do to get you pliant for him. 

your eyes are glossed over, staring into the distance. even in a drunken state you’re still so quiet. he can only wonder how loud you might get once he gets the chance to fuck you. 

“you doing okay?” seokmin asks as he slips into the empty space beside you. 

everyone else at your table is too drunk or too busy to even pay attention to either you or seokmin. he can’t help but congratulate himself inside his mind, everything always works out in his favour. 

“yeah, just feeling tired. i-i think i should go home,” you mumble. 

exiting through the other side of the booth, the side seokmin wasn’t sitting on, you tumble out of the cramped space with clumsy steps. 

you’re on the verge of falling over, so seokmin quickly steadies you, grabbing your waist with lightning speed. the blush on your cheeks is obvious, both from embarrassment and the little alcohol you had taken. 

his face inches towards yours, the same ominous smile on his lips. 

“let me give you a ride. it’s not safe to walk alone this late at night.” 

… 

seokmin snatches the keys from your bag, your body slumped against his side as he unlocks your front door. with ragged breaths against his neck,  his arm is wrapped tightly around your waist. 

the alcohol is doing wonders. 

you were practically in and out of consciousness. seokmin had no idea it would have this much of an effect on you. Even though you did seem like a lightweight, he was assuming you were able to take more than one shot. obviously, his assumptions were very wrong. 

the effects of the alcohol should be wearing off soon, but that didn’t matter to seokmin anymore. he had you in his clutches and he has no plans to let you go. 

without wasting another second, he makes his way to your bedroom. opening and closing each door until he’s found your safe space. 

the last door down the hall by the bathroom. your room is cute, typical for someone of your age. several manga line the shelves of your bookcase, but he has no interest in indulging in your hobbies. not when you look absolutely ravishing under the moonlight that peeks through your curtains. 

your eyes are closed as you snuggle into his side. he can feel you twitch every so often, breaths shallow and warm. 

laying you onto your mattress, seokmin doesn’t waste any more of his time. his cock straining against his pants at the very thought of you taking him in every possible way that he’s been imagining. 

you flip onto the bed, your brows furrowing from all the sudden movement, but your eyes stay shut despite all the commotion. seokmin is unbelievably hard now, to the point his cock pulses at the sight of you. 

the sinister smile on his face intensifies, staring down at you as you stir in your drunken state. laying there, you stir in your vulnerability like a mere fawn waiting to be hunted like prey. everything had fallen into place so easily, it’s almost like you were destined to get your cunt fucked by him. 

seokmin’s hands roam your body with deliberate fervour, squeezing your thighs till they quiver open ever so slightly. his nails imprint your skin with half-moon-shaped marks. how did he get so lucky?

the whimper you let out resonates in his eardrums, clearly the drink he gave you was just enough that you’re at least reacting to his touch. 

“bet you taste like a fucking dream,” seokmin whispers. 

whether you register his words at all doesn’t matter to him. he just wants you as his little cock sleeve. to fuck, to cum into, everything. seokmin fantasizes about a time when you’ve become so pliant to his wishes, bouncing on his cock and taking everything he gives you. 

his nose trails along your inner thigh, inhaling your scent until he’s face to face with the wet patch staining the cloth of your lacy thong. only a complete slut would be turned on over something so simple. with a deep inhale, he gets one last whiff of your sweet nectar before he dives in. 

tearing your panties with calculated movements, seokmin mouths at your pussy, making out with the folds of your delicious cunt till your slick drips from his chin. the juices that flow from your hole show just how much you truly are enjoying this. how could you not? seokmin is the perfect guy for you. 

a little shove and you’ve fallen right into his trap. 

there’s one hand gripping at your thigh, while the other starts to ascend to the peak between your legs. his fingers prod at your entrance, sticking two digits in before curling them inside you. seokmin groans against your skin, the squelches that emit from you cause his cock to twitch even more than before.

a few seconds pass until seokmin is satisfied with the defilement of your virgin hole. agile fingers crawl towards the notches in his belt, unbuckling the leather from his waist until his pants plop towards the hardwood. 

as if on cue, your eyes snap open, although that's the least of seokmin’s worries. if anything, your sudden consciousness has turned his night into a great one. 

“oh. you’re awake,” he grins down at your half-naked body, tongue shooting out to lick his lips. 

“w-what are you doing here?” your voice wavers, eyes wide and filled with fear. your thighs clamp shut as you feel the cool breeze gust against your bare pussy.  

seokmin chuckles, his figure brooding over your defenceless body, cock exposed, long and standing proud; ready for you to take without a complaint. one of his large palms grazes against your knees until they force your legs open again. 

“you invited me here.” 

“no? i would never…” you trail off, but the past few hours were all a blur. 

as you try to recall this past night, your memory falls short. the last thing that arises from your mind is the cold rim of a shot glass brushing against your lips. 

your worst nightmare doesn’t dare speak, waiting for you to finally realize that situation you’ve been put in. parallel to a debilitated sheep in the hands of a ravenous wolf, you’re left to die in his hands. 

fuck everyone. fuck your classmate for peer pressuring you to drink that damn shot, and especially fuck seokmin for taking advantage of you. 

“fuck you,” you spit out, but your mind is still swimming. the alcohol had affected you more than you’d like. 

the thought of even trying to defend yourself only leaves you feeling sick. dazed and confused, you lie beneath him in utter despair. 

“you will, and just know i’ll make it worth your while,” seokmin leans down, lips sweeping over yours. “you’re quite the lightweight. couldn’t even take a second shot before you’re begging me to take you home.” 

the pulse in your veins intensifies, the heartbeat drumming within your chest could probably pierce your flesh till blood splatters against your torso. 

“be a good girl, yeah? your pussy is already soaking,” seokmin whispers in your ear, licking right underneath it sensually. 

your breath hitches and he smiles against your neck. his hands grip your thighs once more, his tip prodding against your folds. your body is on fire, it shouldn’t feel this good. 

“w-wait,” you whimper. 

“i think i’ve waited long enough, you’re already prepped, i made sure.” seokmin grumbles before leaning back to sheath his hard cock inside you. 

it all happens without a second to spare; you’re completely filled. the hilt of his dick presses against your pelvis, and seokmin groans into your ear. his eyes roll back as he becomes suffocated in your heat. rutting against you, he relishes in the way your walls squeeze him. nothing beats an untouched pussy waiting to be stuffed to the brim. 

“you’re gonna cut my dick off, that’s how tight you are,” seokmin grunts. 

the palms of his hands slide to the underside of your thighs, forcing your legs flush against your chest. 

“p-please. i don’t want this,” you beg, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

seokmin doesn’t even acknowledge your useless pleas. instead, he continues to ram his length into you, and you can’t ignore the pleasure that comes along with his malicious undoing. 

your stomach caves in as he trails kisses along your neck. this shouldn’t be happening, especially to you, but as he continues to fuck you, your mind begins to reel. this shouldn’t feel good, but there’s something about the way his balls smack against your ass that leaves you panting. 

“s-seokmin, fuck, i can’t,” you purse your lips, but your attempts to stay silent fail. 

“keep talking, baby, wanna hear you beg for it,” seokmin shudders. every time he speaks, your pussy clenches even harder. the juices that coat his dick and the snap of his hips fill his ears like a symphony. 

“i don't want this, please,” but your moans say otherwise. 

“pretending you don’t want me to fuck you just makes my cock harder,” he chuckles while releasing you from his hold. 

he sits down on your bed before forcing you onto his lap. lining himself up with your entrance, he tightens his hold on your hips before bouncing you on his cock. you squeak at the new position, not prepared to have him force you into even more pleasure. 

“i-i can’t,” you cry out, hiding your head in the dip of his shoulder. 

“you talk a lot for someone who’s absolutely soaking,” he jeers, slapping your ass till your hole sucks him in entirely, “you’re dripping on me, too. tell me, are you secretly enjoying this?” 

you choke out a pathetic ‘no’ but seokmin doesn’t believe it. instead, he lifts the sweater covering your chest until you’re completely naked. the sudden temperature change has your nipples pebbling over in seconds. letting go of your hips, he swallows your left tit, tongue swirling against the erect bud. 

as he sucks on your left boob, he keeps his other hand in place, groping the meat of your ass till hand marks litter your skin. 

your mind is still glazed over— from the alcohol or the sheer pleasure you’re receiving, you’re unsure at this point. but something deep within you forces you to continue bouncing on his lap. the tip of his cock poking at your cervix and the pain of his girth bruises your pussy, but the knot in your stomach is starting to unravel. 

“seokmin, please, it’s too much,” you whimper once again, breath hot against his neck. 

“you feeling tired, princess?” his tone is filled with faux concern. 

seokmin is brimming with satisfaction. not only does he have you in his clutches, but you’re clearly succumbing to the undeniable spark of lust between you. 

“just make the feeling go away, feels like ‘m gonna pee,” you cry, unsure of whether you should be embarrassed by how much you’re secretly enjoying the way his dick is piercing you or the fact that you can’t stop the unusual build-up in your stomach. 

“you wanna cum for me, baby? it’s okay, just let it go,” unlatching from your tits, he smirks before capturing your lips into a zealous lip lock. 

the bed creaks beneath the two of you, the mattress moving up and down as your hips continue to hump against his member. 

“it feels good,” you sigh as you pull away from his plush lips. 

there’s regret in your decision to unveil your true feelings, but it has become so hard to ignore. 

seokmin is glowing with triumph, observing the way your lidded eyes exude with desire. pants leave your mouth, the redness from your cheeks trickling down to your neck. he can’t let go of you after this. he won't. 

“the faster you go, the faster this is over,” he informs you, hoping it will coerce you into riding him like a bitch in heat. 

“o-okay, i’ll try,” your voice wobbles, your hands moving to his shoulders to ground yourself. 

lifting yourself up, you slam back down onto his cock. seokmin’s brows are strewn as he attempts to savour the feeling of your pussy rubbing against his length. then you speed up, speeding up your movements until the sounds of skin and skin echo within your bedroom. 

“f-fuck, i’m gonna cum,” seokmin’s voice strains, his dick starts to twitch within your velvety cunt. 

you moan out, your eyes screwed shut. the funny feeling in your stomach snaps like a strained rubber band. the abnormal sensation flows throughout your limbs, but it’s so satisfying at the same time. 

then it comes, the spurt of semen filling your hole. he holds you tight against him as his hips stutter, the warm liquid hitting your walls until you're completely stuffed. 

you’re panting against his muscular chest, breath ragged while sweat drips from your forehead. realization hits you seconds later and you’re jumping off seokmin’s lap. 

“you need to go,” you mutter, not able to meet his eyes. 

the clothes are scattered on the floor and you make haste as you pluck your sweater near the foot of your bed. it shouldn’t matter that it felt good to have him inside you, but the thought of him fucking you against can’t help cross your mind. 

“i could go. but why should i? that pussy of yours is mine now,” seokmin shrugs nonchalantly before standing from the bed to dress himself. 

a sense of dread wreaks havoc inside you, your heart plummeting to the floor. this whole situation has you feeling powerless, but you can’t deny the spark that seokmin had lit inside you. 

“expect me to come over when i need my dick sucked, okay?” 

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Ddakji, Giggles, and Family

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The evening was peaceful in the small but cozy apartment where Gong Yoo and his wife, Y/n, had created a little home. Their baby, a bundle of giggles and chubby cheeks, was sprawled out on the living room rug, happily babbling to himself. The room was filled with soft lights, and there was a sense of warmth that hadn't always been there before, but now, with the family complete, it felt like everything was exactly as it should be.

Gong Yoo, now in a much happier chapter of his life, was crouched on the floor beside their baby, trying to show him how to play a game he had once known all too well: ddakji. He had a folded square of colorful paper in his hand, demonstrating the snap motion as he showed his little one.

"Like this, buddy," he said softly, his deep voice warm with affection. "You just slam it down like this."

Their baby giggled and reached for the ddakji, his tiny hands clumsily grabbing it. Gong Yoo smiled fondly, his heart swelling with love as he watched his son’s innocent attempt.

Beside them, Y/n watched the scene unfold, an amused smile tugging at her lips. The guards—who now served as the family's quirky “uncles”—were sitting off to the side, all dressed in their signature pink outfits. Though their past was filled with tension, now they were just a group of goofy, overly excited men trying their best to be good role models for the baby.

"Okay, let's see what you've got," one of the guards, now wearing a pair of oversized sunglasses indoors, said with mock seriousness. "Show us your skills."

The baby, still holding onto the ddakji, tried to bash it onto the floor in an attempt to mimic his father, but instead, the square just fluttered weakly to the side, landing with a soft thud. The room fell silent for a moment, then erupted in laughter.

Gong Yoo shook his head, chuckling. "Not quite, kid. But you’ll get it. We all start somewhere."

Another guard, more reserved but equally excited, leaned in closer. "Let me try. Maybe it’s the technique!"

He took the ddakji from the baby’s hand, trying to make an exaggerated motion with it. But just as he flicked his wrist, the paper square flew backward and landed on the kitchen counter.

"Oops! Well, I guess we’re not all born with the talent," he said, feigning disappointment, causing another round of laughter to fill the room.

"Y/n, help us out!" Gong Yoo called to his wife, as the guards started debating who had the worst ddakji skills.

Y/n grinned, stepping forward, and effortlessly demonstrated the game, slamming the paper with precision as it snapped perfectly.

"You guys just need more practice," she said, giving Gong Yoo a playful look. "Not everyone can be born a natural like me."

"Hey, you can't just show us up like that!" one of the guards exclaimed.

"Yeah, you’ve gotta show some mercy!" another added, pretending to look offended.

Gong Yoo watched with amusement, his arm casually draped around his wife’s waist as their baby clapped, his little hands making delighted noises. It was impossible not to laugh at the scene—guards, who were once so serious and intimidating, now reduced to playing silly games for the sake of the baby.

As the evening wore on, Gong Yoo scooped up their little one and held him high in the air, making airplane sounds as he zoomed him around the living room. The baby’s laughter was contagious, and even the guards couldn’t help but join in.

“Guess we’ve got our hands full with this little one, huh?” Gong Yoo said, his eyes glinting with pride as he looked at his family.

“Absolutely,” Y/n agreed, her heart full. “But it’s the best kind of full.”

And as their baby continued to laugh and the guards tried (and failed) to teach him how to play ddakji, the room was alive with joy. Gong Yoo leaned down to kiss his wife’s temple, whispering, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

The laughter, the warmth, and the love filled every corner of the room, creating a new chapter of their story—one that had nothing to do with games, danger, or survival. This was a game of love, and in this one, they were all winners.

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 - Lando Norris x Actress!Reader (Enemies to Lovers & Fake Dating AU) 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - Lando Norris really messed up on the first time meeting one of Hollywood's newest and hottest stars, Y/N L/N. But when his reputation gets too bad, she might be the only one who can save his career from being completely doomed. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 - 2.2K | 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - Swearing 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 - My first Lando series! And this time, I promised to finish it all because it's been already mostly written. I was just in need for some cliché shit, and I just threw in some of my favourite tropes together. Hope you have as much fun reading it as I did as writing it!

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In a world of celebrities, reputation matters. It doesn’t matter if you’re a singer filling up stadiums, actors earning big awards or a famous race driver, how you are perceived by the public eye is extremely important for your career. Lando Norris knew that. Yet, he continues to fuck things up day after day. The nightclubs, the girls, and the lack of winning on the tracks weren’t doing him any good. It got to the point where it didn’t matter if he did good on the race, climbing from P13 to P2, because, in the end, all everyone talked about was how his personal life was getting in the way of his professional one.

“He’ll never get a win if he continues to party like a teenage boy”, said a comment on one of his Instagram posts.

His PR team wanted to pull their hairs, bending backwards trying to clean off his image and making everyone forget about all of those bad things. As much as Lando tried to keep everything very private, things get leaked when you’re a public person. No secret stays hidden for long, especially if you’re not trying too hard to keep it hidden. But there was an old trick under their sleeves that would probably work, although the McLaren golden boy wouldn’t be very trilled with their drastic decision.

“No fucking way”, he shot once the idea was put on the table during a meeting scheduled at the McLaren Technology Centre, where he was spending the weekend to discuss new strategies for next week’s race. “You realize what you’re asking me?”

“Lando, your reputation is completely fucked. We quite literally have nothing else we could do to clean up the mess”, one of the members of the team said. “And we know lying isn’t easy, but this doesn’t have to last forever. We promise that by the end of the year, you can put off this bullshit silently”.

“It’s not the idea that is bad. Is the person you assigned me to lie with”, he crossed his arms and looked away. The head of his team sighed, knowing it would be too hard to make him break and cave into their idea.

Fake dating has been a good old trick in the celebrity world for a very long time, and it almost always works out. When the team came up with the idea, it looked almost flawless. All he needed was a girlfriend, making him look all fluffy and cute for the media once again, making everyone forget about the life he had before. Of course, it would coast a lot of sacrifices for Lando. It would require quitting the DMs slidings and now his parties would all be accompanied by the same girl. He probably would’ve accepted it in the end. Unfortunately, his team did poorly on the choice of who he would be doing this with.

“We know that you and Y/N aren’t exactly best friends, but her PR agency is close to ours, so it was easy to make an agreement with her. Also, she’s quite literally the sweetest person in the world, and everyone on the internet loves her. She’s everything your reputation needs”.

Y/N Y/L/N is the newest actress to arrive in Hollywood. Last year, she made her debut as a supporting actress on a Netflix movie. But recently, she scored a leading role on an HBO show that had everyone obsessed over her. Everyone except Lando, who already had a bad encounter with her a year prior.

“I can prove them I’m serious on the tracks, doing my own job. I don’t need a girlfriend to do that”, he leaned back into his seat and crossed his arms.

“Lando, you know that your reputation is fucked. Everybody thinks you're childish and unserious about your job. We want to change that”, his manager stepped into the conversation, pulling his attention back.

“But why her? Why the person who hates me the most in this universe?” 

“Because she’s the only one who accepted this challenge”.

Y/N was very good at her job, and she most definitely wouldn’t need any relationship to get to new places. But the publicity of dating a Formula 1 driver would be very good, since the sport is doing so good on social media. Hollywood is a game, and she’s just now learning how to play it.

Before he could even ask why she agreed into that idea, Y/N shyly opened the door, opening a small smile to everyone on the table. With his blood already boiling under his skin, Lando chuckled before getting up from the table to exit the room. He passed right through her, shoulder bumping into hers on his way out.

“I guess you already told him”, she sighed, resting her bag over a seat at the meeting table. Y/N looked at his PR agent, who she had a meeting a few days ago, and that shook her head, pointing out the disaster of a meeting they just had. “He didn’t like it at all, did he?”

“He’s not very pleased with the idea”.

“Of course”, she nodded. “I’ll talk to Norris”.

Y/N walked around the entire place, only to find Lando sitting alone in another meeting room, facing a window that had a view to the lake outside. As usual, it was a gray day in England, making the atmosphere even more heavy than he wished for it to be. Without saying a word, she sat next to him and he pretended she wasn’t there by not acknowledging her presence in the room.

“Are you really going to pretend I’m not here?”, Y/N broke the silence and Lando sighed.

“I don’t want to see you right now”, he admitted, making her roll her eyes. Could he be any more childish?

“Norris, I know it seems like the end of the world, but it’s not a big deal. We just have to pretend to be together for a while and have a quiet breakup by the end of the year”, she said, making him finally look at her. “It’s not that hard”.

“But it is, Y/N”, he grunted. “Do you know how does it feel to not be trusted? Not being trusted with your work and, most importantly, not being trusted with your actions as a human. They think that alone I cannot put out the negativity around my name”.

“It’s just for a few months. And after this is done, we won’t ever need to see each other again, you know?”, she said. 

“You realize that we’re going to be together almost all the time through an entire year, right? Not to mention that we cannot be seeing with anyone else until this deal is done. It will drive both of us insane.”

“We have to make it work”, she shot, making Lando chuckle.

“Why, Y/N?”, he crossed his arms and frowned. “Why did you accept this propose?”

“The publicity is good”, she admitted. “And you know, acting is my passion, but people need to know my name, so I can climb my way up in this industry. I’ve been trying so hard to be successful, but no new roles are offered to me. If fake dating you is a way to go, then I’m doing it”.

“You hate me”, Lando stated, making Y/N roll her eyes once again.

“We hate each other”.

“No, YOU hate me. You’ve hated me since the very first time we met”, he said, making Y/N’s mouth fall agape.

“Well, I had a pretty damn good reason to hate you, didn’t I?”

The first time they met each other was at a gala event in Monaco. Lando was required to appear by his PR team, thinking that having him appearing looking pretty as all hell would be good publicity for him. The same thing happened for Y/N, who had just come out with her first big film and needed to be seen by the public eye. But unfortunately, their first encounter wasn’t what they would consider to be nice.

Her stylist chose a beautiful white dress designed by Oscar de la Renta, with feathers at the bottom, making the dress have movement and her look absolutely fantastic as she walked through that amazingly fancy party. But just as she was starting to enjoy the party, someone bumped into her, spilling their red whine all over her. Before she could say anything, the person that bumped into her spoke up.

“Watch where you’re going, doll”, he laughed after he collided with her body, passing his hand through his shirt, checking if there were any drops on his clothes. “You nearly spilt wine on my shirt”.

He was clearly very drunk, and anyone could see it in his eyes. But Y/N didn’t care. Her perfect and amazing dress was ruined, and the person who trashed it didn’t even fucking care. It made her want to burst into flames.

“You fucking idiot! Look what you’ve done!” Y/N cried, looking down at her dress, now painted pink with the splash of wine. When she looked up, Lando was laughing, mostly because he was so out of himself, that he just couldn’t filter whatever happened a few seconds ago. “Aren’t you going to apologize?”

“Sorry”, he said, but proceeded to burp right on her face. Then, the man laughed again. Without any power to continue arguing with him, Y/N left the event and went straight home, not wanting to face another second of that event.

But, it seemed like fate was against her. A week later, after spending some marvellous few days in Monaco, Y/N was invited to watch the Formula 1 Grand Prix by her team. And even though her weekend was going amazing so far, the whole thing went down the drain when she met the same man who ruined her dress a few days ago. Only this time, he wasn’t drunk and he was wearing a racing suit, getting all ready to perform at the track later that day.

“You have got to be fucking joking”, Y/N muttered, low enough so no one could listen to it. Soon, she felt an arm around her, making her turn around and meet her agent, Clara.

“I want you to meet Lando Norris. He’s part of our PR agency as well”, she said, making Y/N walk towards the driver, who was listening to music as the mechanics around him worked at the car. 

Lando didn’t remember meeting Y/N on the gala. He had been so out of himself that night, with all the bad races he was coming from, that he did everything in his will to get out of that reality. So when a beautiful girl crossed paths with him and shot him an angry look, he didn’t understand what he did wrong to deserve such a hateful glance. 

“You don’t remember me?” She frowned once they were introduced again. “Oh, alright. You were so shitfaced that you forgot that you spilt wine over me and didn’t bother to apologize on that gala in Monaco. And then, proceeded to burp right in my face”.

He just couldn’t contain himself, and he laughed once again with the story. “I’m so sorry, baby. But this is actually very funny, sorry”.

Laughing at her face again didn’t do much on making Lando earn points with Y/N. Instead, she proceeded to hate him and make it all crystal clear every time they met on future events. And unfortunately, it happened more times than they enjoyed. After all, having their publicity teams so close to each other, they were often assigned to attend the same events; all of them filled with banters and fights that led them into a lifetime of hatred for each other. Which led them to this very important decision to take.

“Are you actually willing to put everything between us aside for this stunt?”, Lando frowned, not understanding why she would accept that challenge. Y/N took a deep breath and her lips curved into a sad, weak smile.

“I am willing to do anything for my career, Lando. Even pretending to love you”, that was the first time she ever called him Lando since they met. That definitely caught his attention. It definitely made his heart soften.

He knew the feeling of caring so much about your dream to the point of doing anything required to be done in order to achieve it. And for a second, Lando found something that connected Y/N to him: their passion for their jobs. Suddenly, what used to be an angry and confused look, turned soft and understanding just with a few words.

“I’ll do it”, he said, making Y/N breath normally again in relief.

“Okay”, she got up from his seat. But before she could exit the room, Y/N turned around and laughed. “This isn’t going to work, right?”

“Probably not”, Lando laughed too. “But if you feel like this is worthy, I trust you”.

It was one of those rare moments where he would fail on hating Y/N. The moments where his human side spoke louder. And she saw it; this time genuinely smiling to him.

 “Let’s do this, Norris”.

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River Maiden Pt. 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11,

(A/N: I realized I've been spelling Antinous name halfway wrong, but sorry for the typos I'm too lazy to check)

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Once the announcement is finished, (Y/N) continues her lessons with Penelope, while Telemachus attends to his royal duties.

Throughout the day, Telemachus can't shake the image of Antinous eyeing (Y/N). It only serves to fuel his protectiveness and jealousy. He knows he can't be around her every waking moment, and the thought of Antinous or any other suitor trying to make a move on her angers him greatly.

With that in his mind, he didn't even notice Athena's attack, his spear clanking onto the grass.

"You've been distracted this whole time, you know your enemies will take advantage of it." Athena points out, stabbing her spear onto the ground.

"I know, I know! It's just that...ugh!" Telemachus sits down by a tree, his hand rubbing onto his face.

"It's just my Beloved...with those bastards leering eyes" Telemachus seethed, clenching his teeth

"What of it?" Athena asked, sitting next to him.

“Athena, how can I bear this? Antinous, that arrogant wretch, dares to leer at my (Y/N) in my own home! He mocks me with his lustful gaze. Must I watch in silence, or will you guide me to defend her honor?” Telemachus asked in distress, running a hand through his hair as Athena looks at him with a frown.

“Telemachus, trust in the heart of your betrothed. No man’s gaze can sway what is true and steadfast. You see only his actions, but her love for you is stronger than any temptation. Trust in her wisdom, in her strength, and in the bond you share. A heart unshaken by foolishness is more powerful than any leer or insult. Do not doubt her, for your trust will keep both of you steadfast through this trial.” Athena advises, sitting next to him.

"Besides, I have a sneaking suspicion this (Y/N) of yours is unwilling to let go of you."

Meanwhile, (Y/N) spends the day with Penelope, learning the skills and knowledge a queen-to-be should possess. Penelope takes the young woman under her wing, teaching her everything from diplomacy to cooking to the ins and outs of managing a royal household.

"My, there's so much to learn" (Y/N) marvels, looking at the books in awe.

Penelope smiles warmly at (Y/N)'s enthusiasm, pleased by her eagerness to learn. "There is indeed a lot to learn." she agrees. "Being a queen isn't just about wearing pretty dresses and hosting parties, you know. It requires wisdom, grace, and a great deal of responsibility."

"Yes, understood" (Y/N) nodded, willing to learn from Penelope.

Penelope nods approvingly at (Y/N) quick understanding. She appreciates how the young woman is taking her future role seriously. "Good," she says, opening one of the books before them. "Now, let's move on to the next topic...diplomacy."

Without even noticing the time, Penelope and (Y/N) were in the midst of discussing the art of diplomatic etiquette when they heard the urgent footsteps outside. Telemachus appeared in the doorway, slightly winded from running but his expression filled with worry.

"Oh, is it over already?" (Y/N) murmurs, covering her lips.

Penelope looks at Telemachus with concern, immediately reading his expression. "Yes, we're just wrapping up the lesson, Telemachus. What's the matter?"

Telemachus closes the distance between himself and his mother. His eyes dart to Egeria, his protective instincts surfacing at the mere sight of her. "I need to speak with you, Mother. Alone."

Penelope glances at Telemachus's concerned expression, then looks at (Y/N). She gives her a reassuring smile before turning back to Telemachus. "Of course, my son. (Y/N), would you excuse us for a moment, please?"

"I'll just be outside" (Y/N) stands up, placing down the scroll, before closing the door behind her.

(Y/N) walks by the side of the Hall, waiting, rubbing her eye from a whole day of studying, once she opens her eyes, she sees Antinous infront of her with a scheming smile.

"Lady (Y/N), permit me to introduce myself properly—I am Antinous, son of Eupeithes, a humble servant of Ithaca’s future." Antinous introduces himself, as (Y/N)'s wide eyes calms down, frowning at him.

"So, I've heard" (Y/N) coldly answers, turning her gaze away from him.

Antinous’s smile faltered as (Y/N) ignored him completely, her attention fixed elsewhere. His brow furrowed slightly, irritation flashing in his eyes. He stepped closer, his voice smooth but cutting. "I see you're too busy to notice a man offering his company, my lady"

"The only man I wish the company of is from My Beloved." (Y/N) answered blankly, barely sparing him a glance.

Antinous’s expression darkened, but he masked it with a chuckle. "Ah, so loyal, my lady. But loyalty can be a heavy burden when the one you wait for is already here, in Ithaca, yet too blind to see what’s right in front of him." He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "You speak of your beloved, but tell me—does he truly see you, or is he too busy with matters that don’t concern him?"

He paused, letting the question hang in the air, watching her for any sign of doubt. "You deserve more than empty promises."

"The Prince is just a boy—chasing rumors, wandering, lost in the shadow of his father. But I? I stand here, in the heart of Ithaca, a man who knows what he wants and how to take it. I offer power, security, and a future built on strength, not promises."

"I can offer you pleasure beyond what Telemachus could ever provide— pleasures that you’ve never even dreamed of." His eyes gleamed with a dangerous mix of confidence and arrogance. "He’s young, inexperienced. He may love you, but he can’t give you what a man like me can. I know what a woman needs, and I can fulfill it in ways you won’t soon forget."

He took another step closer, his gaze intent. "Telemachus may be your choice, but remember, I offer you a life of indulgence— pleasure, power, and everything else that comes with it. I am the man who can make you feel alive."

(Y/N) looks at him blankly, before smirking at him.

"Pleasure beyond this world, you say?" (Y/N) repeated in thought. "Alright then, But, you must do a small favor for me, before we start"

"A favor?" he echoed, his tone dripping with curiosity. "I’m intrigued. You have my full attention, my lady. Name it, and I’ll be more than willing to oblige. After all, I am a man who knows how to make all your desires come true."

(Y/N) pointed at the corner of the Hall, where he could still see her. "Could you stand in wait on that corner, so you could see The Prince's heartbreak?"

Antinous's brow furrowed slightly, his smirk faltering as he glanced at the corner she pointed to. His voice dropped, a hint of amusement lacing his words. "Ah, so it’s not pleasure you seek, but a spectacle. You want me to stand and watch, while you toy with the prince’s heart?"

He chuckled softly, shaking his head, but the glint in his eyes was calculating. "Very well, my lady," he said, stepping back with a slow, deliberate motion. "If it pleases you to see such a thing, I’ll indulge you. After all, seeing his heartbreak will be a fitting prelude to your next choice."

With that, Antinous turned and made his way to the corner she had indicated, with her smile disappearing as he turned his back to her, his mind already racing, wondering just how far she would go with this twisted game.

After a bit, Telemachus finally steps out of Penelope's Quarters, being greeted by (Y/N)

"My Love, Did something happen that you needed to speak with your mother quickly?" (Y/N) asked, worried.

Telemachus tries to conceal his anger and worry as he sees (Y/N), but fails miserably. He steps closer to her, his hand instinctively reaching for hers as if to reassure himself that she's alright.

"It's...it's Antinous," he says through clenched teeth. "He's been eyeing you, looking at you in a way I don't like."

"Oh, that's not good" (Y/N) frowns, sighing.

"But before you tell me more about it, can you do something for me for a bit?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head.

Telemachus looks at (Y/N), his expression still tense. But the worry in her voice makes him relent a bit.

"Of course, anything," he says, his voice softer. "What is it?"

🔞🔞🔞

(Y/N) suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

"I missed you, take me to your room, please~" (Y/N) begs, pouting up at him.

The sudden kiss and request take Telemachus off guard, but the tension in his shoulders eases a bit as he looks down at (Y/N), seeing her pout. He can never resist her when she looks up at him like that.

Without a word, he scoops her up in his arms, holding her close as he carries her to his room.

Once inside his room, Telemachus gently sets (Y/N) down on the bed, then moves to close and lock the door behind him, making sure they are alone and private.

(Y/N) continues kissing him, pulling at his clothes, carefully removing his armour.

Telemachus responds to her kisses with equal fervor, his hands roaming over her body as she begins to undress him.

"(Y/N)," he whispers huskily, between kisses. "You're so impatient today. What's gotten into you?"

"It's been a while, My Beloved, I missed you so, I missed your touch, your sound, your taste~" (Y/N) reminisce, pouting up at him.

Telemachus lets out a low, appreciative growl as (Y/N) continues to pull at his clothes, his own desire growing with every word she speaks.

"You missed me, did you?" he teases, his hands moving to slide off her own dress.

"I missed you too, my love. I missed this...having you all to myself."

(Y/N) pulls him into a kiss once more, starving for his love.

Telemachus kisses her deeply, his hands roaming over her bare skin as he pushes her back onto the bed. He breaks the kiss, only to trail his lips along her jawline and down to her neck, nipping and sucking at her flesh. He wants to relish the feel of her body beneath his, the sound of her moans, the taste of her skin.

"You drive me mad, you know that?" he murmurs against her neck.

"Only for you~" (Y/N) muses with a smile, letting him devour her.

Telemachus's mouth moves lower, over her collarbone and down to her chest, leaving a trail of kisses as he goes. His hands glide over her body, tracing the curves of her hips, her thighs, her waist, as he positions himself between her legs.

"And I'm yours," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "All yours."

(Y/N) gasps as she feels Telemachus push his cock onto her soaking cunt, biting her lip as he began to move roughly.

Telemachus's mouth finds hers once more, kissing her with fierce possession as he sets a fast, deep rhythm, his hips rolling against hers.

"You feel so good, my love," he gasps, breaking the kiss. "I've missed this...missed having you like this, under me."

"I missed you too, your soft and intimate touches, I love it~" (Y/N) praises Telemachus, pulling him down into a kiss.

Telemachus smirks at her words, his ego inflating slightly with her praise. "You love this, do you?" he murmurs against her lips, picking up the pace, his hips rolling harder, faster.

"Ah! Yes~" (Y/N) moans, welcoming Telemachus's rough movements.

Telemachus continues to thrust into her, his hands roaming over her body, caressing every inch of her skin. He murmurs praises and sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how beautiful she is, how he loves her, how she drives him wild.

"You're mine, (Y/N)" he whispers, nibbling at her ear. "All mine. No one else's. You understand?"

"And your mine as well~" (Y/N) proclaims as well, moaning it onto his ear.

Telemachus nods, his eyes filled with a possessive desire as he gazes down at her. "Damn right, I am" he growls. "No one else can have me. I'm all yours."

"I love you!! Ooooh! I love you so much!~" (Y/N) moans out, feeling Telemachus hit her sweet spot.

Telemachus's breath catches in his throat at her declaration. He can feel himself getting closer to the edge with every movement, can feel her tightness clenching around him, can see the pleasure in her eyes.

"I love you too, (Y/N). So damn much," he gasps, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. "You're mine, all mine, only mine"

He kisses her fiercely, groaning into her lips, nearing his end.

"Are you close? My sweet Prince?" (Y/N) asked, panting, hugging him tightly.

Telemachus nods, his movements growing more desperate and erratic as he nods. "Yes, I'm close," he gasps, his voice strangled. "So close-"

(Y/N) moans as she feels Telemachus explode inside of her, forcing her to finish at the same time as him, moaning loudly, screaming even, as she felt his warm cum flooding her walls

Telemachus's body trembles as he climaxes, his fingers digging into (Y/N)'s hips as he rides out the waves of pleasure.

He collapses on top of her, panting heavily, his face buried in the crook of her neck. He wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly.

"By the gods, (Y/N)... you drive me wild," he whispers, his voice ragged. "I can't get enough of you."

"I love you, I love you so much~" (Y/N) professes, pulling him into a sensual kiss.

Telemachus responds to the kiss eagerly, his tongue delving into her mouth as he rolls onto his back, pulling her on top of him. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against hers, his hands roving over her body, caressing every inch of her skin.

"I love you too, my darling," he says, his voice filled with tenderness. "More than you could ever know."

(Y/N) teases him by rolling her hip, he's still inside her

Telemachus moans at her movement, still sensitive from their previous exertions. He reaches up to grip her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he tries to keep himself under control.

"You're teasing me, you know that?" he says, his voice strained.

"But I missed you~" (Y/N) pouted at him.

Telemachus chuckles, unable to resist her cute pout. "And I missed you too, love," he says, giving her a slight smack on the bottom, making her gasp.

"But you're playing a dangerous game, teasing me like that. You won't like what happens next if you keep it up, I promise you."

(Y/N) decided to take it up a notch. "Please, Telemachus, impregnate me~" (Y/N) begs, looking at him innocently.

Telemachus's eyes darken at her words, a mix of desire and possessiveness flaring within him. "You're asking for trouble, my love" he warns, his grip on her hips tightening.

"Please, let me make you a Daddy~" (Y/N) begged with a pout.

Telemachus lets out a strangled moan at her plea, his resolve weakening with every word. The thought of her carrying his child, of making him a father, is immensely enticing.

"Damn it, (Y/N)... you're going to be the death of me," he groans, his hands tightening on her hips.

He suddenly flips her over, pinning her down on the bed, looming over her with a possessive gleam in his eyes. “Are you really sure about this, darling?” he asks, his voice low and dark. “Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop."

"Yes" (Y/N) gave her consent, before pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Telemachus kisses her desperately, his body pressing against hers, his hands roaming over her skin, caressing every inch of her. He breaks the kiss, trailing kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking at her flesh.

“You’re mine, darling,” he whispers against her skin, his voice low and possessive. “All mine…”

"Say it again," he demands, his mouth moving down to her collarbone. "Say you'll make me a Daddy."

"Wanna...wanna make you a Daddy!~" (Y/N) whined, holding onto him.

Telemachus lets out a deep, guttural moan at her words, the possessive part of him swelling with every syllable. He kisses up her neck, back up to her ear, nipping at it gently.

"You'd look so beautiful, round with my child," he whispers, his hands roaming over her stomach. "Carrying my child, my heir..."

Telemachus realized that it's so unlike him to be like this, he was usually gentle, as his mother said, but looking at (Y/N)'s pleasured face...

Telemachus can feel a part of himself being drawn to this dominant, animalistic side of him, the one that enjoys taking control and claiming what he wants... particularly, what he wants from (Y/N). She had teased and pushed him to this point, and he couldn't deny that he now relished in it, relished in her submission to him.

(Y/N) eyes rolls to the back of her head uncontrollably, pushing back her hair and grabbing onto the bed, before smiling in pleasure and holding onto his shoulder with her other hand, she has a drunk smile on her lips.

Telemachus drinks in the sight of (Y/N)'s unrestrained pleasure, the look of pleasure on her face, the way she moans and moves beneath him, the feel of her nails digging into his shoulder, all adding to his own growing need and desire.

He leans down, his lips trailing along her neck, sucking and biting, marking her as his own. His hands roam over her body, his touch both possessive and tender at the same time.

"So...close!~" (Y/N) whines, holding onto his body tightly

Telemachus grunts as he feels (Y/N)'s hands gripping him tighter, the sound of her whine sending a jolt of desire through him. He can feel her body quiver and tense beneath him, signaling her closeness to the edge.

He leans down, his lips brushing against her ear, whispering huskily "Let go, love... give yourself over to me. Let me take care of you..."

"Inside, inside Telemachus!" (Y/N) begged, gripping onto him.

With her words, Telemachus's last bit of restraint snaps. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his body moving against her urgently, claiming her as his own. He can feel the need and desire consuming him, consuming them both before stilling.

"Oh, love... anything you want... anything..." he gasps out, his voice rough with need.

(Y/N) screams in pleasure as Telemachus stills against her, claiming her from the inside out, feeling it all inside her as she held onto him for dear life to keep her grounded.

Telemachus lets out a guttural, possessive moan as he feels (Y/N)'d body respond to his own, her scream of pleasure driving him further into the frenzy of desire and need. He grips her tightly, holding her against him as they both ride out the waves of pleasure, their bodies trembling and shuddering in the aftermath.

He presses his face into the crook of her neck, his breath coming out ragged and labored as he slowly comes down.

(Y/N) pants, before pulling his face to hers, kissing him sensually.

Telemachus melts into her kiss, responding to her sensuality with an equal measure of tenderness and affection. He deepens the kiss, his lips moving against hers in a slow, languid, and loving way. He wraps his arms around her, holding her closely against him, savoring the feeling of her body pressed against his.

They spent the whole night, full of debauchery.

By the time they finally settle down, Telemachus is exhausted, his body spent, his mind cloudy with pleasure. He pulls (Y/N) close, wrapping her in his arms, burying his face in her hair.

"Gods, you're going to be the death of me, love," he mutters, still panting from their exertions.

(Y/N) giggles, pecking his lips "I love you, my love~"

Telemachus smiles at her kiss, pulling her closer against his chest, savoring the feel of her body against his. He runs his fingers gently through her hair, enjoying the feel of the silken tresses between his fingers.

"I love you too, my darling," he says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "More than you could ever know."

Telemachus holds her close, wrapping his arms around her, letting her sink into the comfort of his embrace. He watches as her breathing steadies and her body relaxes, signaling her descent into sleep. His eyes slowly close as well, the exhaustion of their night catching up to him.

"Good night, my love," he murmurs, pressing a final kiss to her forehead, before succumbing to sleep himself.

In the early hours of the morning, Telemachus slowly wakes. He's disoriented for a moment, wondering what had pulled him out of his peaceful sleep. Then he feels (Y/N) stirring in his arms, her body shifting against his. He opens his eyes, a smile spreading across his face as he sees her sleeping beside him.

Telemachus shifts slightly, watching (Y/N) sleep for a moment. Last night's events play through his mind, how forward she had been, how eager she was. It was unlike her.

He gently shakes her shoulder, trying to wake her up. "(Y/N)? Love? Wake up for a minute."

(Y/N) groans before slowly waking up "Hmmm?"

Telemachus smiles at her sleepy, groggy expression. He brushes a strand of hair out of her face, his fingers gently caressing her cheek.

"Morning, love," he says quietly. "I need to ask you something."

He shifts, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at her, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Last night... you were so forward, so eager," he says hesitantly, his eyes searching her face. "It wasn't like you. What changed?"

(Y/N) began to sheepishly smile, tracing a finger on his chest "I may or may not have wanted to send a message..."

elemachus raises an eyebrow at her words and her coy smile, his curiosity piqued. He watches as her finger draws lazy circles on his chest.

"A message, huh?" he says, a slight smirk playing at his lips. "What kind of message, my love?"

"To Antinous"

Telemachus's smile immediately falls at the mention of the name. He frowns, his grip on her tightening.

"Antinous? You... what message were you trying to send him?" he asks, his voice low and guarded.

"That you are more than enough for me, my Love" (Y/N) reiterated, trying to calm him down.

Telemachus relaxes slightly at her reassurance, the grip on her loosening. But there's still a hint of jealousy in his eyes as he speaks.

"You didn't have to go to such lengths to send that message, you know," he mutters, his voice still gruff. "You could have just told me, and I would have taken care of the suitors..."

"Yes, but with Antinous, I wanted more...hands on and an audible approach" (Y/N) stated with a smile.

"When you were talking to your mother, he went up to me"

"What did he say to you?" he asks, his voice tight with barely suppressed anger.

"He tried to convince me that he was better than you, That you were just a mere boy, inexperienced and such, how he'll give me a night of pleasure better than you could ever give." (Y/N) looks at Telemachus with lidded eyes, bored.

At her words, Telemachus's expression transforms into one of rage. His eyes blaze with anger, his jaw clenching as his hands curl into fists. He sits up, towering over her.

"That bastard" he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "How dare he speak to you like that. He's lucky I don't have my sword right now, or I'd-"

"No, no my Darling, with a man like that, words and violence is what he thrives on" (Y/N) presses a hand on his chest, laying him down onto the bed

"But I do know that he didn't expect...action~" (Y/N) eludes, tracing a finger at the center of his chest.

"Action, hmm?" he says, his voice deep and gravelly. "What kind of action are we talking about, my love? Because I am really beginning to want to do something violent to that cockroach..."

"Action of Passion, my beloved" (Y/N) reveals, pecking his lips.

"I knew he was still watching us when you stepped out of your Mother's room, so I decided to show him who's the better man between the two of you~" (Y/N) reveals, smiling teasingly at him.

Telemachus's rage momentarily softens at her words, replaced by a mixture of desire and possessiveness. His eyes roam over her face, his hands reaching up to take her hips, pulling her onto his lap as he sat up.

"You... are very naughty, you know that," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "Baiting him like that..."

"You would have been worse if you knew he was watching, and you were ravenous enough~" (Y/N) points out, pecking his lips

Telemachus's grip on her hips tightens at her comment. He pulls her flush against his body, his hands moving to her thighs, slowly running up her body.

"You're right," he concedes, his voice a low growl. "I would have been furious if I knew he was watching... and I probably would have ended the night with you on the floor..."

"See? It's why I also needed you last night, I missed you~" (Y/N) pouted, stroking his chest.

Telemachus lets out a low moan, his eyes fluttering shut at her touch. He leans into her, his hands continuing mapping her curves, his hunger beginning to grow once more.

"You're a minx, you know that?" he grumbles, his voice a mix of amusement and longing. "Always finding a way to rile me up..."

"Everything about me riles you up ~" (Y/N) points out with a smile.

"That's true," Telemachus agrees, opening his eyes to gaze at her intently. "Everything about you does rile me up. It drives me wild..."

He suddenly rolls them over, pinning her under his body, his hands roaming over her again.

He leans down, his mouth moving against her skin, biting and sucking at her neck, her collarbone, his hips settling between her legs.

"The sight of you in my bed... the sound of your voice... the feel of your body against mine... it drives me insane."

He presses himself against her, his body flush against hers, his kisses moving lower.

"How am I supposed to focus on anything when all I can think about is you? Every time I see you, all I want to do is touch you, to taste you, to make you mine."

"But I'm already yours" (Y/N) points out with a teasing smile, pecking his lips.

Telemachus growls, his hands grasping her wrists and pinning them down above her head, pressing her further into the mattress.

"I know you are," he says, his voice thick with desire. "But I still can't get enough of you. No matter how often I have you, it's never enough..."

His hips rock against hers, his body pressing intimately against her.

(Y/N) moans at his sudden advances "Then I guess you have to satiate your hunger~" (Y/N) gasps, hugging him tightly

Telemachus grunts at her words, her moan and her gasp only increasing the fire burning within him. He looks down at her, his eyes dark with hunger.

"Oh, I plan to," he husks, his voice low and gruff. "I plan to thoroughly satiate my hunger."

With that, he leans down, claiming her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss.

After an early morning sex, the two still have lessons and training they need to attend to.

Eventually, Telemachus and (Y/N) manage to untangle themselves from each other, much to Telemachus's chagrin.

"I don't want to move," he grumbles, burying his face in her hair, his arms wrapped snugly around her waist.

"But you have to attend to your duties, my Prince~" (Y/N) coos, playing with his hair.

Telemachus lets out a frustrated huff, his grip on her tightening slightly.

"I know, I know."

He lifts his head slightly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"But I'd much rather stay in bed with you all day, my love."

"That would be a dream, but even Royalty doesn't have that kind of luxury~" (Y/N) points out, sitting up.

Telemachus groans at her words, flopping back on the bed with a melodramatic sigh.

"You're right, I know. But I still wish it was possible."

He rolls onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her. His eyes roam over her body, taking in her naked form appreciatively.

"We'll your Mother wouldn't appreciate me being late because of her son" (Y/N) points out, dressing up.

Telemachus watches her get dressed with a hint of wistfulness, his eyes still roaming over her form as it slowly disappears beneath her clothes. He lets out a sigh as she finishes dressing, reluctantly sitting up as well.

"I know, you're right," he says, scrubbing a hand over his face. "I should probably get ready as well."

(Y/N) chuckles, walking up to him, caressing his face

"Escort me?"

Telemachus looks up at her, his expression softening at her touch. A small smile tugs at his lips as he reaches out, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.

"Of course," he says, pulling her down onto his lap. "It would be my pleasure, my love."

After dressing up, Telemachus began leading (Y/N) to his Mother's Quarters.

They walked through the halls of the palace together, Telemachus's hand resting casually on (Y/N)'s waist, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her hip through the fabric of her dress.

Eventually, they reach his mother's quarters, and Telemachus knocks on the door, waiting for a response.

After a moment, they hear Penelope call out from inside.

"Come in," her voice sounds out. Telemachus shoots (Y/N) a smile, opening the door and guiding her inside.

Penelope is sitting at her desk, various scrolls and documents spread out around her. She looks up as the two enter, a small smile on her lips.

"Ah, Telemachus, (Y/N), good morning," she greets them, setting down her quill. "I see you're both punctual as ever."

Penelope gestures for (Y/N) to take a seat in front of the desk, her eyes warm and welcoming.

"Ah, yes, your lessons," she says, sorting through the scrolls on her desk. "I hope you're feeling up for some more history and politics today."

"Do I?" (Y/N) smiles, eager to learn, very different from Telemachus.

Penelope chuckles at (Y/N) eagerness, clearly pleased with her enthusiasm.

"I can tell you're eager to learn," she says, passing (Y/N) a scroll. "And I appreciate your eagerness. You seem to have a genuine interest in these topics, unlike my son."

She shoots Telemachus a playful glance, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Telemachus rolls his eyes at his mother's comment, but can't help but smile.

"Yes, yes, you know I hate studying," he says playfully. "I'm off to training. I'll see you both later."

He gives (Y/N) a quick peck on the forehead before exiting the chambers, leaving (Y/N) and Penelope alone.

Penelope watches Telemachus leave with an amused smile, before turning her attention back to (Y/N).

"Now, where were we?" she asks, her eyes fixing on the young woman in front of her. "Oh, yes. I think we should start on the history of Ithaca today. Let's delve deeper into that, shall we?"

"Let's" (Y/N) nodded, as they began their lessons.

For the next few hours, Penelope delves into the rich history of Ithaca, from its foundation centuries ago to its current state. She talks about its past rulers, its wars, its trade, and its cultural traditions. (Y/N) listens intently, absorbing everything like a sponge.

Eventually, Penelope sits back, a satisfied smile on her face.

"You've been an excellent student, (Y/N)," she comments, impressed by (Y/N)'s thirst for knowledge. "You've retained a lot of information, much more than Telemachus ever did at your age."

"We're of the same age" (Y/N) answers, scratching the back of her head.

Penelope chuckles at Egeria's response, amused by her matter-of-fact tone.

"Perhaps physically, but Telemachus has always been a bit... stubborn," she admits with a smile. "He has never been the best at retaining information, especially when it came to basic history and politics. He's always been the more hands-on type."

"Oh but, He's quite strategic, he's more knowledgeable in the battlefield" (Y/N) points out with a smile.

Penelope nods, a proud gleam in her eye.

"You're right, he is," she agrees. "He has a natural talent for strategy, and it does seem like he's finally taking an interest in learning as well."

She looks at (Y/N) with a hint of curiosity.

"It's interesting, your influence on him. Since you arrived, he seems... more focused, more determined."

"Oh no, I didn't do anything, He simply chose to better himself" (Y/N) answers with a smile.

"You're too humble, (Y/N)," she says gently, gesturing for her to stand up. "I believe your mere presence has encouraged him to become a better version of himself. He's lucky to have you."

"Thank you, Mother" (Y/N) smiles at Penelope brightly.

With a warm smile, she pulls (Y/N) into a brief but gentle embrace.

"You're welcome, my dear," she says with affection.

Meanwhile, everything was great, until the Suitors had become restless on Penelope's stalling

Antinous leaned back in his chair, a cruel smirk on his face. "How long must we let that whore Penelope toy with us?" he sneered. "Her tricks and false promises grow old."

Telemachus was walking back to his mother's quarters to see Egeria on his short break, but was cut short by the rumors of the Suitors' unrest spread. his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

"You don't know what you're talking about, you mindless buffoon," he sneers, the words coming through gritted teeth. "My mother is a queen, not a whore."

"Oh, come on now, Little Prince" he says, a sly smirk on his face. "We all know how much your Mother enjoys our company. Surely she wouldn't mind if we had a little fun with her as well as with your precious (Y/N)?"

The moment the words leave Antinous' lips, Telemachus' restraint snaps. He lunges forward, grabbing the man by the collar of his tunic.

"You touch one hair on their heads, and I'll skin you alive." He growls dangerously, his eyes dark with fury.

Antinous laughs, clearly undeterred by Telemachus' threat. He sneers at the Prince, his voice laced with contempt.

"You act as if you can actually protect her. We're all just waiting for the right moment to drag her back to our quarters, and there's nothing you can do to stop us."

Telemachus tightens his grip on Antinous' collar, his knuckles turning white with fury.

"You underestimate me, you bastard," he snarls, his voice low and deadly. "I will rain down the wrath of the gods upon you and every single one of you suitors if you even think about laying a hand on her."

The room grows deathly silent as Telemachus makes his threat. the tension palpable. Antinous just narrows his eyes at Telemachus, a malicious glint in his gaze.

"You're outnumbered, Prince," he sneers, a hint of challenge in his tone. "You can't fight all of us."

Antinous leers at Telemachus, clearly enjoying the prince's anger.

"What's the matter, Telemachus? Afraid we'll break your plaything?" He sneers, his eyes roving over Telemachus, taunting him to attack.

Antinous' words send a wave of rage coursing through Telemachus. He can feel his control slipping, the need to defend (Y/N) threatening to overpower him.

"She's not a plaything, you oaf," he spits, his voice shaking with fury. "She's a person, she's MY person, and I won't let you or any one of you bastards touch her."

"But at least, You enjoyed the show" Telemachus taunted with a grin, knowing Antinous was watching when he fucked (Y/N) into oblivion.

Antinous’s smug expression twisted into one of rage, his fists clenching at his sides. "Watch your tongue, boy," he growled, his voice low and venomous. "You think that makes you a man? Parading her around like some prize?"

Telemachus only laughed, his grin widening. "A man? No, Antinous—I’m her man. And judging by the look on your face, I’d say you know it all too well." Telemachus taunted once more, this time meeting an unexpected punch.

The punch takes Telemachus off guard, sending him stumbling backwards. He grits his teeth, tasting blood in his mouth from where his lip had been split.

"You bastard," he hisses, as he lands a punch squarely on Antinous' face, sending him stumbling back, a shocked look on his face.

Antinous recovers quickly, his eyes filled with anger as he lunges at Telemachus, his fists flying.

The room descends into chaos as the brawl erupts, fists flying and furniture smashing. Telemachus fights like a man possessed, his fury and determination fueling his every movement. He dodges and weaves through the crowd of suitors, his eyes fixed on Antinous.

But no matter how skilled Telemachus had been, 108 to 1 is still a greater margin

Despite Telemachus' skill and determination, he is soon overwhelmed by the sheer numbers. With every punch he lands, three more land on him. Despite his best efforts, he is slowly beaten back, his strength failing him.

"Enough!" Suddenly, (Y/N)'s voice boomed throughout the Main Hall, glaring at the Suitors, it seemed like she has the same idea of seeing him on her short break.

Telemachus looks up, his lips twisting into a pained smile as he sees (Y/N).

"(Y/N)..." he mutters, his voice weak and strained from the beating he took.

"Telemachus! What did they do to you!?" (Y/N) cries out, looking at his bruised state.

Telemachus slowly rises to his feet, supported by (Y/N). He winces as his body protest, no doubt bruised and battered from the beating.

"It's... not as bad as it looks," he grumbles, though it's clear he's putting up a front.

(Y/N) continues fussing over him while leading him out of the Hall, not giving any of the Suitors even a glance

Telemachus stumbles after (Y/N), relying on her for support. His body is starting to ache all over, his movements sluggish and laboured. He can feel the eyes of the suitors on him, but he pays them no mind. His attention is solely on (Y/N).

"Where are we going...?" He mutters, his voice a little strained.

"To your room, I need to tend to your injuries" (Y/N) answers, supporting him.

Telemachus nods, not protesting as he allows (Y/N) to lead him to his room. Despite his pride, he knows he needs her help right now.

He winces as he sits down on his bed, the pain from his injuries becoming more intense now that the adrenaline is wearing off.

"Oh, my Love, what did they do to you?" (Y/N) cries out, running to the washroom to get a bowl and washcloth.

Telemachus watches as (Y/N) rushes to get the supplies. His heart thumps heavily in his chest as he hears the concern in her voice. He looks down at himself, taking in the extent of his injuries.

"Just a few bruises and cuts, nothing too serious," he tries to reassure her. "I've had worse."

"No, you should never have got it worse, they never should have touched you in the first place!" (Y/N) stated, gently dabbing on his injuries.

Telemachus winces as (Y/N) carefully tends to his injuries. Her touch is gentle, though there a hint of anger in it.

"I'll be fine, (Y/N)" he mutters, his voice still a bit weak. "I've dealt with plenty of brawls before."

"No, you're not!" (Y/N) argues, her voice becoming hoarse.

"What if something happened to you? I can't live with myself if you've-" (Y/N) sniffles, wiping away her tears.

Telemachus is taken aback by the emotion in (Y/N)'s voice, his heart clenching. He had never seen her like this before. He reaches out, taking her hand in his.

"Hey, hey," he says gently, giving her hand a soft squeeze. "It's okay, I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

(Y/N) gasps, her breathing shaky as she held his hand, looking at him

"Why did you even fight them in the first place?"

Telemachus sighs, looking down at their hands. His fingers interlock with her's, a connection of comfort.

"He was talking about you, about how he and the others were going to take you back to their quarters. I just... I couldn't stand hearing him talk about you that way, like you're some kind of possession they could just take and do what they want with."

"And they were also speaking ill of Mother. Calling her... terrible things, saying how she's just as much of a plaything as you are. I just couldn't stand there and listen to them speaking so disrespectfully about my family."

"You...defended our honor?" (Y/N) looks at him, bewildered.

Telemachus meets her gaze, his expression sincere.

"Yes. I couldn't just sit there and let them insult you and Mother like that. I had to do something, even if it meant getting beat up."

"Oh, my heart~" (Y/N) muses, carefully wrapping her arms around him.

Telemachus welcomes her embrace, leaning into her as he savours her touch. He buries his face in her shoulder, taking in her scent.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, his voice muffled in her hair. "I didn't mean to worry you."

"You shouldn't have, but the thought counts" (Y/N) smiles, pecking his lips, pulling back when Telemachus hisses in pain

"Sorry" Telemachus grimaces, his bruised lip protesting to (Y/N) kiss.

"It's okay," he manages a half-smile, his hand gently caressing her cheek. "I'll suffer a thousand more bruises if it means receiving your kisses like that."

"You have the biggest heart than all of them combined, my beloved" (Y/N) compliments with a smile.

A small chuckle escapes Telemachus' lips, the compliment making him feel a little better. He leans his forehead against hers, just enjoying the moment.

"You're too kind, my sweet," he murmurs, his hand moving to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "But...I haven't been honest with you, my Beloved, I have to go on a diplomatic mission, to look for my Father" Telemachus reveals, hugging her.

(Y/N) looks at him in shock. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked with a frown.

"Because I didn't want to worry you, that what happened to my mother might happen to you, I didn't want to put you in a state of panic" Telemachus admits, burying her face onto her chest.

(Y/N) looks at him in shock, before smiling. "Go." (Y/N) stated, giving him her blessing. "I know you need closure, peace of mind on what happened to your Father, just...come back to me" (Y/N) begged, holding his hand.

Telemachus runs a hand up her back, pulling her closer to him. He understands her worry, the thought of being separated from her for those few days is unsettling.

"I will," he assures her, his voice soft. "And I've assigned two of our trusted knights to guard you I'm gone, I don't trust those bastards to keep their hands away from you." Telemachus curses under his breath, as (Y/N) rubbed his cheek

"I know, my love" (Y/N) smiles, soothing him. "And I'll stay close by your Mother's side, I don't feel safe with them vying for her as well" (Y/N) added, stroking his cheek.

Telemachus appreciates the offer, but he still worries about their safety as well.

"I know you can handle yourself, but please do be careful, my sweet," Telemachus implores, his eyes searching hers. "I won't be there to protect you, so you'll have to protect yourself."

"Yes, I will" (Y/N) answers, pecking his forehead. "Safe travels, my beloved"

"Does your injuries hurt a bit too much?" (Y/N) asked innocently

Telemachus shook his head softly, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the ache in his body. "Not as much as it did before," he replied, his eyes warm as they met hers. "Your care makes the pain easier to bear."

"Good" (Y/N) answered, before gently pushing Telemachus onto the bed.

"It wouldn't just be right for my beloved to go on a diplomatic mission without a proper send off~" (Y/N) smiled seductively at him, crawling over him.

Telemachus swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing as a grin spread across his face.

"Who am I to argue with such logic?" he said, his voice soft but laced with anticipation. His hands rested lightly on her hips. "If this is how you plan to send me off, I might have to leave more often."

[threepandas]

Bad End: Mama Mine

I woke, that first time, to the most beautiful child I had ever seen. Even through a fever that felt like it was cooking me from within, I could see she was different. It was honestly impossible not too. She looked cherubic. Angelic. Impossible, somehow. As though favored by the gods.

Even in worn, threadbare, patched then re-patched old clothes, so far from new as to have forgotten the name of it, she looked... like a dancer. Beautiful. A tiny painting brought to life. I couldn't understand, delirious as I was. I thought I was hallucinating. Worried her terribly.

She was just a small thing. Trying her best. Too care for her sick mother. She could barely reach the stove. Struggled to carry the buckets of water she needed, to cook and wipe my fevered sweat away. But she let nothing stop her. So determined to save me. Her little face so filled with love and worry, forever a step away from tears.

She was so afraid.

How could I do anything but love her back?

Disoriented or not. Lost and confused I may be. I had a child. Any plan I made? Would be for two. I had never really seen myself a mother, but cast into the role? I refused to abandon the child who loved and needed me. Who was innocent in all this.

Instead, as my fever broke, I held her close. Told her she had been so, so brave. Let her cry. Cuddled my little girl and gave myself a moment to just... breathe.

Then in the morning I got to work.

I appeared to be a single mother. A PEASANT single mother. Delightful. We had little to nothing to our name. I could try and fix that, I think. I knew a few crafts. But I had "forgotten" everything practical. Great. Luckily? I had a VERY observant little helper. Who remembered most of how everything was done.

I could context clues from there.

We made due.

Cleaned up the house, washed the linens, aired everything out. In bits and pieces, using half remembered wiki binges and crafting videos, I improved our little homestead somewhat. It wasn't by MUCH. I didn't have the skills. But it looked... nicer, I think. Homey.

We foraged. Sold hunted animals and things we had found. The occasional baked good. More then that? I tried to make time for my daughter. Keep her away from powerful eyes. The sort that might covet a pretty young thing. Taught her what I could.

Not just how to braid her beautiful hair, but that her beauty did not define her. That love was wonderful but not all there was to life. Too be wary of empty promises and watch for how the powerful treat those that they deem weaker then them. To lead with a smile but be prepared to throw her fist.

Also don't eat those mushrooms, honey, those are the poisonous ones.

I wish... Honestly? I wish I could have given my daughter a better childhood. Better education then the lessons scratched in dirt I was able. If I'd been able to REMEMBER. To recognize. Maybe I would have scrimped and saved more for third or forth hand textbooks, instead of the new hunting knife she so badly wanted.

But I didn't remember.

And as we were visiting town? PROPER town as opposed to our little settlement? I heard about wealthy, comparatively, family's having their children tested for... magic?

I faltered but adapted. Was it that much stranger then being transported into a new body and world? Magic it was then, I guess. Huh. We continued shopping. I bought my daughter a new sturdy pair of boots. Room to grow, would serve her well. She adored them. They had FLOWERS on them, mama! I couldn't help but laugh. Ah, my daughter is so cute!

Then I saw it.

As we passed the temple square. The only building in this whole town that could count as ostentatious. Some silk clad toddler broke from the pressing crowds, no doubt displeased with being crushed in on all sides. He wriggled free. Back from the steps and out into the road. Blind to the mortal peril he had just put himself in as the carriage of some wealthy To-Do raced carelessly down the street. Looking around, innocent, as only a toddler can as he wandered farther and farther from safety.

I dropped my shopping.

The world fuzzy and muffled, far away in my panic. Some Mother's instinct SCREAMING as I raced forward. Throwing a few people aside to reach the road. Then bolting. Distantly I heard my daughter scream, another scream as they finally notice, too late, their child was in mortal peril. But all I could see... was the little boy. Turning. Noticing. The big scary horses.

About to crush him to death.

Time felt slow.

I got there.

Then PAIN.

Far away, people were screaming. A child was crying. Small and terrified in my arms. Some arrogant voice was first demanding, then stuttering, then begging. A frantic voice, joined by others. Rich perfume. The... the child reaching for someone. Safe? Safe. I let go. Tried to smile. Ah... my daughters voice. Crying. Shhhh, shhhh. I'm sorry. It's okay. I'm sorry.

Ah... there... there was so much blood.....

Then there was LIGHT.

Like someone had cupped the sky itself and poured it directly onto me. Blue. So light and weightless and blue. The pain vanished as though erased. New agony and old aches alike. My eyes blinked open in suprise. And there? Tear stained and glowing? Was my daughter.

Like the sky itself had wrapped around her. Sunlight and blue sky and drifting clouds. Swirling like she was the world itself. Her eyes filled with tears when they connected with mine. With a choked cry, she through herself into my arms. Oh, baby. My poor baby. I wrapped my arms around her tight. Hugged her back for all I was worth.

"Your daughter?" A gentle voice asked.

I looked up. What HAD to be a noble woman sat, skirts ruined, in the dirt and blood at my head. Clutching desperately at the toddler I had saved. I could only nod. Understanding passed between us. Mother to mother.

Which is why, when a priest with covetous eyes came forward?

The noble women's smile turned cold.

She had changed her mind. She was, in fact, going to have her son tested by the temple closer to home. AND? She was going to be taking us with her. I agreed. Immediately and before anyone could try to seperate us. Daughter mine, darling, honey, Get In The Carriage. NOW.

We got out of there while the getting was still possible.

It was safe to assume, my new noble friend eventually said, that my daughter had magic. But what did that mean for us? Well, according to Nation Law? (Oh goodie. Laws I know nothing about.) She would have to attend the Royal Magica Academy.

What.

I knew that name. I KNEW that name! My jaw was surely on the floor, my daughter squeeking out flustered and rambling questions at my side. But... but all I could do? Was slowly turn to look at her. She was healthier then the game cover. Not as "that's not what real women look like!" Thin that... that in hindsight? Was probably prolonged food scarcity. Starvation.

She was taller too. Less... oh god, less "child like". That had to have been malnutrition. Stunted growth.

The way her hair shown, soft and healthy. The brightness to her skin and nails. Clarity to her eyes. Fullness to her cheeks. She was hardly even within sight of being a plump child, more muscle then anything, from a life of work and survival, but? She wasn't... waifish. I had made sure of that.

Even if it meant sacrificing my own meals to do so.

But I could SEE it. Could SEE the familiar features. The curling hair and doe like grey eyes. The generic princess character that I had been playing right before... before... God, I couldn't even remember the game's NAME. Just the plot. It had been mid at best. Magnificent art. Everyone raving there was some secret twist after the first play through.

So I grit my teeth a pushed through the generic. Tried to figure out what it was.

Never did get the chance. I died before the second play through and the twist everyone insisted made the game awesome. Now I wish I had caved and looked up spoilers. I tried to remember the mother. Did she die? What happens to my baby girl? Should I push her towards one man or another? Let her follow her heart?

It's a long, long night.

We stay in a guest room. Fancier then anything I've ever seen in this life. I keep my daughter calm. Help her avoid embarrassing herself. Tips for when in doubt. See, honey? It's a learning opportunity! No need to panic! Mama's certainly not, on the inside! She's very calm. Completely, utterly, definitely very ultra calm. Ha ha...

I think my soul had a panic attack.

Things moved very quickly after that. In the end, they had too, if I was to keep my daughter safe. The temple would want to train her. Her magic was apparently quite rare. Religiously significant. And being so lovely? She would make an EXCELLENT propaganda peice. A figurehead and puppet, forevermore in gilded chains.

Everything I feared for her.

No. That was NOT going to happen.

The Academy it was. Nobles and their games aside. The education would be unparalleled. She could probably even make friends. Possibly find love. I told her to Be CAREFUL. That is was a treacherous but beautiful place. Filled with powerful people used to getting their way. Do whatever she must to survive. Thrive. Be happy.

And remember, she is loved.

I...Returning home alone felt like ripping my heart out. I had thought I would have years, yet, before my daughter married and moved out. That I would have time to adjust. Get used to the idea, as my future son-in-law came around. Instead? I returned from a trip to emptiness. A life interrupted.

My daughters sewing, still resting, waiting for her, on the kitchen table.

I collapsed. Weeping. In the entryway.

My tiny home had never felt so vast and hollow.

Days passed. Then weeks. Finally, a letter arrived. Delivered by a very uncomfortable servant. The man checking more then once if I was TRUELY who he was supposed to deliver too. Clearly more then a little uncomfortable in the presence of such poverty. I did not care. I had a letter, thick with writing, from my daughter.

She was doing well.

MORE then well. My lessons had actually put her ahead of the curve in several classes, much to the shock and outrage of her peers. They had expected poverty to equal mental deficiency, it seems. And the library was quickly making up for any classes she was behind in. That's my girl!

She had made several friends that way. Quiet young ladies, willing to help her make sense of the complexities of history or magical theory. From nice, stable, neutral houses, too. No tea parties yet. Or boys. But I didn't care.

My baby had FRIENDS!

I sent a care package of her things back. Not indiscriminately, of course. But tools and notes, a few unfinished projects she had been working on to pass the time. Some snacks from home. They would likely still embarrass her somewhat, but... I did not want her to think I did not CARE. That I had tossed her towards that Academy and promptly forgotten her.

The servant, Geoffrey, and I got to see quite a lot of each other.

He got over the state of my house rather quickly. Instead, started bringing things he "just happened to have lying around" that would you look at THAT? I happened to need! Between letters on my daughter's meeting, then dramas, with pretty wealthy boys? Geoffrey helped me repair my roof. I mended his uniform. We shared new year's festivities together.

I even went to the actual festival, like I was some sort of lovely young thing.

As my daughter grew closer to graduation, the questions started. If I could go anywhere, where would it be? If I could do anything? What if I never had to work again? I wasn't a fool. Told her in no uncertain terms. If I EVER suspected she married for anything less then love and herself, I would disown her.

I did not sacrifice so that my daughter would SUFFER.

However... it seemed there was more then a few things my daughter had left from her letters. The next letter arrived in the hand of a man that wore Geoffrey's face, but even as I walked back towards my cabin from the forest... I knew.

That was not the man I had grown to love.

When the imposter turned, no doubt to lie, I RAN. Dropping my harvest of foraged wild greens. I had been planning to make a dish for him. One he was fond off. Perhaps my daughter's magic came from me, my line instead of her unknown father, or perhaps I had just enough to give it wings. To carry her to term.

Because...

I knew he was dead.

They pursued me. Of course they did. But this was a forest I had wandered for years. I lost them in the trees. Attacked them with rocks and stones. Destroyed my trails with rocks and rivers. Every hunter I crossed paths with an ally. Every hunting trap a peril I could lead them into. They were good.

I was better.

But more came.

Then more. And more. And MORE.

And I was not so good as to fend of a legion. I would not risk the village for some nobles scheme. I was dragged, bloody, bruised before some arrogant little sadist. A nasty little creature, like a porcelain doll filled with bile. What an utter waste of good fabric. I told her as much. Interrupt her sneering little monolog.

The backhand across the face barely hurt.

Toddlers had more muscle.

Unfortunate for this brat. My daughter had arrived in time to see that. And worse for this brat, she brought her friends and suitors. A veritable crowd of power and influence. The brat did not have the common sense to shut up while she was ahead. Even I, a peasant, could recognize royalty on sight. There were at least two of them before us.

MY daughter was not as merciful as the Cannon Protagonist had been.

It was a blood bath.

I tried to stay awake. Head wounds and all that. I... I had wanted to introduce Geoffrey to my daughter. Hinted at it, over my letters. I would... would never get the chance now... oh god. Geoff. Geoff, forgive me. Tears welled up. I could not stop them. Just as I could not stand. Just as I could not move...

I was... was rather useless... wasn't I?

Familiar yet no longer familiar arms threw themselves around me. Cradled me close to a softly perfumed chest, locks of hair I'd know anywhere, shielding me from the world.

"Mama..." my little girl said. Her voice the very picture of heartbreak. "I'm sorry. I... I was too late."

One of her suitors untied me. The knight, probably, from the calluses I felt. But all I could think about was, wrapping my daught in my arms. Together for the first time in years. And it had to be like THIS? Oh gods. Why was fate so cruel?

My little girl had grown so big.

This was a grown woman in my arms.

I just... I just wanted this terrible night to END. And as my daughters power slid over me? It did.

I woke up in a guest room. He dear friend Agatha had INSISTED. Geoffrey had worked for her family. It... it brought relief. To mourn with people who had known him. He had apparently spoken of me. Quite often. The sap.

It... it wasn't fair.

But when was life ever fair?

My daughter visisted. Now that i was finally closer. Her suitors dropped by, to pay their respects I think. Possibly win me over, as mother of their lady love. They were awkward little things. It was adorable. I was patient. Listened. Prodded them when then froze up, uncertain of what to talk about. Got them rambling about their hobbies. Really, it was no great difference then most shy kids.

The visited more. Stayed longer.

Brought gifts.

The gifts were expensive, elaborate, and wildly impractical. I was forced to gently explain why I, a peasant woman, could NOT accept their gift of fist size gemstones. It started with "I will be robbed" and ended with "they WILL be certain I stole these, no matter WHAT documentation you give me. I will die". They were very confused and alarmed. Much like puppies learning that suddenly treats were somehow illegal.

Agatha herself? Was a delight.

A very "mob" looking young lady with a sharp wit and an old man's sense of humor. Her personal maid was Geoffrey's niece. That neither held against me what had happened? Spoke of both of their maturity and grace. They WOULD however, never forgive the house that ordered the attack. I much agreed.

I considered, going back to the village, but...

The memories were too raw there.

I decided to follow my daughter, settle near wherever she decided to go. She seemed thrilled at the idea. Somehow, word spread. On the next visit, the future "head of the mage's tower" and man of entirely too many titles, Valtaan mentions an estate he owns near the Tower. How it lies empty. Would be the PERFECT place for a mother-in-law, you know... if he had one. Lovely gardens!

Oh, really?

Then, the Knight mentions how HE'S going to be stationed up North. In a Great Big Fortress with SO many rooms. Just... just SO MANY. Entirely too many, really. Honestly, he should bring more people! Like a wife! And... and a Mother-in-law! Really fill up the place, you know?

Mmmmhmmm.

The Prime Minister to be? Oh HE talks of TRAVEL. Ever considered traveling? The Embassies are LOVELY. So much to DO around them. Foreign lands, beautiful locals, silks and lovely little treats.

You don't say....

The Duke is blunt about it, at least.

I have a castle. I have SEVERAL castles. Estates. He is aware you are not motivated by that, but it does leave you with options for where you want to live should your daughter decide to marry him. And he DOES intend to marry my daughter. Second husband if not the first. Motivated, aren't we?

I politely infor both prince's, the SECOND they sit down, before they open their mouth, that I like them. I do. A lot in fact. But it's not going to happen. It'll be a cold day in hell the day I let my daughter marry into the royal family and they both know exactly why. They pause... consider it. Then nod.

They agree.

Wouldn't wish this life upon ANYONE who had a chance at something better.

My daughter graduates, with HONORS. There is much gnashing are rending of clothes from the elitist base. Ha! Get fucked. I STILL have no idea what the "twist" is in the plot or if I was being punked. Also not a single clue which, if any, of her suitors she's chosen. Could be all of um. I could care less so long as everyone consents and is aware of each other.

The graduation party is, naturally, grand. I'm in a dress one of the suitors likely bought for me. Somehow, I actually look like I belong. Instead of dancing and reveling, my munchkins hover. As though afraid to leave me alone at my first Big Girl Party. I laugh, trying to shoo them away. Go, go!

My daughter stubbornly shakes her head, leaning against me, her dress complimenting mine. Though I doubt I could be half as lovely.

"Noooo~ I refuse! I will be staying Right HERE, Mama!" Her voice is playful but... there's something strained. Desperate, that's never really gone away I think. Not since the accident. "What if someone tries to take you AWAY? You're too pretty! You gotta stay with US, mama!"

I laugh out loud, completely missing the interested looks that glance my way. Well to do gentleman, widowers and respected servants alike. Long time bachelor's, who's eyes linger a touch too long on the length of my neck, the curve of shoulder. The way it dips down, past my collarbones towards someplace... interesting.

My crowd of young protectors DO NOT miss the looks.

Bristle like angry cats. Eye venomous and society smiles sharp enough too cut glass. There is a murder to their expression. A command to Look Away.

While you still have EYES.

"No, Mama." My daughter insists when I try to tell her she's wrong. That I am far from desirable. "I'm not letting go. Not EVER. We're FAMILY. And that means? That means you're MINE."

[brainddeadd]

it is a fic, i just yap first - the fic starts under the cut

reader is a friend of the Greene's but isn't actually a Greene, they took her in

warnings: typical twd violence and angst, daryl angst, fluff

I have this thought that Daryl's not very experienced at anything romantic or sexual.

Like, his mum died before that became a thing for him, his dad was abusive, Merle was abusive. He never had a good role model for this shit.

He's probably only witnessed Merle in crappy bars, high as a fucken kite and drunk, for anything like this.

He's probably heard the stories of being hella rough, rough enough for it to sound like abuse to him - why would he wanna go through that? Or put someone else through that?

He's definitely never felt true, unconditional love (maybe from his mum). Everything always comes with a price for him.

And now he lives in a world where he can't trust anyone and everything is a threat. He's got his found family and that's it.

I genuinely don't think he'd know what to do with romantic feelings.

Sexual, sure. He knows he gets hard, and he's gotta get off. Knows that sometimes someone else can help. Probably fucked a few people and hated it. It was probably Merle getting him a hooker or something, and it was definitely a shit time.

Romantic? The fuck is that? He doesn't know how to do that. How to feel that. He knows what it looks like; Maggie and Glenn. He's not sure it's something he deserves.

So when he meets you, and you're loving him so easily, he has no idea what to do.

The word's gone to shit, everyone's dead and dying, everyone's fearful and sceptical of others, and here you are, welcoming him and his found family to the farm with open arms.

You help nurse Carl back to health after he was shot. Daryl knows Rick needed that from you.

You help look for Sophia, a girl you don't know, for a woman you don't know. You join Daryl on the search, exhausted but refusing to give up.

You help take care of him after Andrea shoots him - and you may have yelled at her a bit for being so stupid (which only makes you more attractive to Daryl).

You help Carol escape when she's cornered by walkers when they take over the farm. Ushering her to Daryl, yelling that you'll be fine, taking off in a separate car.

You ask him to teach you how to use a bow and arrows, knowing it'll come in handy. He does willingly.

You take the cell closest to him in the prison, claiming it's a coincidence, but the others know it’s because you feel safest with him.

You love the baby with your whole heart, he can tell. You cradle her gently, like she's something precious and you're afraid to break her. He almost wonders if you were a mother in the previous world.

You're distraught when he goes off with Merle. Carol tells him how you cried when you found out and the sadness that filled your eyes until he returned. He hates knowing he made you that sad, the he was the cause of your tears. But the light that returns to your eyes tells Carol and Maggie how happy you are.

You show him you love him without even meaning to. It's in the way you always bring him food when he's on watch. The way you are the first to offer to join him on a run. The way you stop the others from hassling him when he wants to be alone. The way you tend to any injuries he may acquire. He can feel your love long before he knows about it.

When you hug him for the first time, his whole world stops. He's just come back from a run, he's been gone longer than he was supposed to, scared the crap out of you and the others. You don't know he's back until you spot him from a distance, getting patched up and fed by Carol, unable to hide his exhaustion. You don't stop to think, not even sure you can think. Your legs have carried you to him and your arms are around him before you can process the movements. Daryl's tense, body having gone stiff at the unexpected contact.

Flushing bright red, you move to let go of him, to hide away for eternity, but he's arms are around you, crushing you to his chest, holding you tightly, face sinking into your neck and his body relaxes. The two of you stay like that for ages, just holding each other closely.

Carol disappears, leaving you to your moment, and you hold him to your body with a hand on the back of his head. He knows then that this feeling in his chest, the one that makes him seek you out just because, is love.

[missarchive]

bed chem 𐙚

elle greenaway

fem!reader

cw; +18 minors dni, kind of dom!reader, multiple orgasms, fingering & oral (elle receiving), tribbing, fade to black smut

wc; around 3k

an; i've been meaning to write for elle for a while and finally got around to it. dt to my lovely @reidsstargirl thank you for being my little proof reader <3

The conference room was silent except for the soft hum of the projector. Crime scene photos flashed on the screen, each more unsettling than the last. Victims frozen in snapshots of terror and tragedy. Couples, always women, always the same methodical precision to their deaths.

Hotch stood at the head of the table, arms crossed. “This unsub is methodical, patient. He takes his time earning the trust of his victims before he strikes. What we know is this: he targets lesbian couples in rural areas. He chooses women who are isolated, who he believes won’t be missed right away.”

The room was heavy with tension. You felt the weight of the case pressing against your chest. The details were chilling, but what made it worse was the pattern. He was escalating, and the longer it took to catch him, the more women would die.

“Given his methods, we believe the only way to stop him is to draw him out,” Hotch continued. His sharp gaze swept over the team. “We need to create a scenario that fits his profile—a couple he can fixate on.”

Your stomach flipped as the implication settled over the room. Before anyone could speak, Elle leaned forward in her chair.

“You’re asking us to go undercover,” she said, her voice steady.

Hotch nodded. “Yes. It’s our best chance to lure him out. He studies his victims carefully. He’ll be watching for any cracks in the facade, so whoever takes this role will need to sell it completely.”

The room was silent for a moment before Elle spoke again, her tone decisive. “I’ll do it.”

You hesitated for half a second before following her lead. “I’ll do it too.”

Hotch’s gaze softened slightly, his approval evident. “Good. Garcia will handle the backstory and setup. You’ll be moving into a rental property in a small town where the unsub has been active. The rest of us will be nearby, but once you’re in position, you’ll be on your own.”

Elle turned to you with a faint smirk as the meeting ended. “Guess we’re partners now.”

“Looks like it,” you replied, trying to ignore the knot of nerves in your stomach.

The rental house was small but cozy, nestled on a quiet street with neighbours who barely glanced your way as you unloaded your bags. It had all the makings of a perfect trap. Garcia had created a backstory that was seamless: photoshopped couple’s photos, social media accounts filled with playful banter, and a fabricated history of moving here for a “fresh start.”

Inside, Elle surveyed the living room, her hands on her hips. “Garcia really thought of everything,” she muttered, gesturing to the picture frames on the mantel. Each one showed the two of you in carefully staged moments—smiling on a picnic, laughing on a couch, holding hands in the park.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “She’s thorough, I’ll give her that.”

Elle glanced at you, her expression softening. “We’re going to need to lean into this. If the unsub’s watching, we have to make this believable.”

“I know,” you said, meeting her gaze. “But let’s be clear—this is just for the case.”

“Obviously,” Elle replied, but something in her tone felt less certain.

The bar was dimly lit, filled with the soft murmur of conversation and the clinking of glasses. You and Elle slid into a booth near the back, her hand resting lightly on your arm as you both scanned the room.

“We need to act natural,” she murmured, her lips barely moving as she leaned closer. “What do couples do on dates?”

You smirked, trying to ignore the warmth of her breath against your cheek. “Hold hands, flirt, make each other laugh. Think you can handle that?”

Elle raised a brow, her lips twitching into a small smile. “Watch and learn.”

She laced her fingers with yours, her touch both firm and surprisingly gentle. You felt a jolt of electricity at the contact but forced yourself to focus. Across the room, Morgan and Reid were stationed inconspicuously, their eyes occasionally darting your way.

Elle leaned closer, her voice low. “Smile. You look like you’re about to get audited.”

You laughed softly, her teasing easing some of the tension. “I didn’t realise you were such a comedian.”

“You’d be surprised,” she replied, her eyes meeting yours. For a moment, the world around you seemed to fade.

The unsub appeared not long after—a man who blended seamlessly into the crowd but whose eyes lingered on you and Elle just a moment too long.

“He’s here,” Elle murmured, her hand tightening around yours.

The unsub didn’t approach right away. He watched from the bar, nursing a drink and pretending not to stare. You and Elle had to play your roles perfectly, every glance, every touch calculated but natural.

Elle leaned into you, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered, “He’s watching us. We need to turn it up.”

Your heart pounded as you nodded, your breath hitching slightly when she placed a hand on your thigh. It was nothing overt, but the intimacy of the gesture sent a shiver down your spine.

“Relax,” she said softly, her eyes meeting yours. “Just follow my lead.”

You forced yourself to smile, leaning in closer until your foreheads nearly touched. “You’re enjoying this too much,” you teased, trying to keep the mood light.

Elle’s lips curled into a smirk. “Maybe a little.”

Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she tilted her head and kissed you. It wasn’t a quick peck or a hesitant brush of lips—it was slow, deliberate, and entirely convincing.

Your heart raced as you kissed her back, the line between acting and reality blurring with every passing second. When she pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, but her composure remained intact.

“He’s biting,” she murmured, her voice steady despite the tension crackling between you.

The unsub finally made his move, approaching your table with a disarming smile. His presence was unsettling, but you and Elle maintained your facade, playing the part of a happy couple caught off guard by a friendly stranger.

Every word, every glance, every touch was a calculated move, a delicate dance to keep the unsub engaged while the rest of the team moved into position.

By the time Morgan and Reid swooped in to make the arrest, your heart was racing for reasons that had little to do with the danger and everything to do with the woman sitting next to you.

The motel room was small and unassuming, its decor an uninspired mix of beige and muted floral patterns. The adrenaline of the night had begun to fade, replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion that made your limbs feel like lead. You sat on the edge of the bed, staring at your reflection in the darkened screen of the television.

Your mind raced, replaying the events of the evening: the way Elle had touched your hand, her voice low and warm in your ear as she coached you through the act. And that kiss—God, that kiss. It was supposed to be for the case, to sell the ruse, but the way her lips moved against yours felt too natural, too genuine to be just acting.

You shook your head, trying to dismiss the thought. It was the job, you told yourself. Nothing more.

A knock at the door pulled you from your spiraling thoughts. You hesitated, staring at it as if it might open on its own. Another knock, firmer this time, broke your paralysis.

When you opened the door, Elle stood there, barefoot and dressed in an oversized FBI sweatshirt and loose sweatpants. The harsh glow of the hallway light cast soft shadows across her face, making her look younger, more vulnerable.

“Elle?” you asked, your voice rough from hours of silence.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she admitted, her tone soft but edged with something unreadable. “Can I come in?”

You nodded, stepping aside to let her pass. She walked into the room, her movements slower, more deliberate than usual.

She stopped in the center of the room, crossing her arms over her chest as if to shield herself. “I just... needed to talk,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

You closed the door behind her, leaning against it. “About the case?”

Elle turned to face you, her eyes meeting yours. For the first time all night, her composure cracked. “No. Not about the case. About us.”

The weight of her words settled between you, thick and heavy. You pushed off the door, moving closer but keeping a cautious distance. “Elle, I—”

She held up a hand, cutting you off. “Let me finish.” She took a deep breath, her hands dropping to her sides. “Tonight… that kiss… it wasn’t just for the case. At least, not for me.”

Your heart skipped a beat, her words catching you off guard. “What do you mean?”

Elle took a step closer, her eyes searching yours. “I don’t know when it started. Maybe it was tonight, maybe it was before, but being with you... pretending to be something we’re not...” She paused, her voice trembling slightly. “It didn’t feel like pretending.”

The air between you crackled with unspoken tension. You wanted to say something, to reassure her, but words failed you.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” she continued, her voice stronger now. “And I know it’s complicated. We’re colleagues, we’re supposed to keep things professional, but I can’t ignore this anymore.”

You took a step closer, closing the distance between you until you were standing inches apart. Her eyes flicked to your lips, and you felt your resolve slipping.

“Elle,” you said softly, your voice barely audible. “I felt it too.”

Her breath hitched, and in that moment, the tension that had been building for weeks, maybe months, finally snapped. She reached for you, her hands tentative at first as they settled on your shoulders. You leaned into her touch, your arms wrapping around her waist as her fingers slipped up the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

Her lips were soft against yours, warm and inviting. It felt like coming home, like this was where you belonged. Her tongue darted out, running over the seam of your lips before dipping inside, meeting yours in a sweet kiss.

You deepened the kiss, pulling her closer, feeling the press of her breasts against yours. Her hands slid down your back, pulling you into her as her leg lifted, brushing against your thigh. You felt your pulse quicken, the heat between you building as her lips parted beneath yours.

You broke the kiss, needing air, needing to focus on her, to commit every detail to memory. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her hair a little mussed from your touch. Your eyes drifted down to her breasts, the curves pushing out against the fabric of her bra.

You moved closer, dropping a trail of kisses down her neck as she arched into your touch. You felt her shiver, her fingers digging into your shoulders. Her breath came in short gasps, her body moving against yours.

You caught the edge of her bra between your fingers, pushing it down to reveal her breasts. They were even more beautiful than you imagined, soft and round. Your mouth settled over one peaked nipple, and her hands cupped the back of your head, encouraging you as your tongue circled around her skin.

She tasted sweet, like cherries and honey. Her nipple pebbled beneath your touch, and you sucked it into your mouth, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.

You let out a soft laugh, smiling against her breast. She was so responsive, like her body was made for this, for you.

You trailed your fingers down her stomach, feeling her skin quiver beneath your touch. Her hips jerked, and you chuckled again, loving the way she reacted to your every move.

Your hand slipped beneath her panties, cupping the curve of her ass as you nipped at her breast. Your other hand joined in, sliding over her pussy as you rubbed your thumb over her clit. She gasped, her body jerking beneath your touch.

You felt your own arousal build, your panties growing wet as you imagined the possibilities. Elle was more than you ever could’ve asked for, more than you deserved.

But you were taking it, taking her, taking this moment to make it yours.

Your fingers slipped inside her, feeling her pussy stretch around you as you pumped in and out, your thumb still rubbing circles over her clit.

Her legs started to shake, and you could feel her pussy tightening around your fingers. “Fuck,” she moaned, her nails digging into your shoulder. “Y/N, fuck.”

The feeling of your name on her lips was the hottest thing you’d ever heard. You fucked her harder, feeling her pulse beneath your fingertips. She felt so good, so wet and tight.

Her muscles clenched, and her pussy contracted around your fingers as she came. “Fuck!” she screamed, her hips jerking as she rode out her orgasm. Your fingers stilled inside her, your thumb slowing to a gentle pet before slipping away completely.

You pulled back, giving her a moment to catch her breath before you dropped to your knees in front of her. You hooked a finger around the waistband of her panties, tugging them down over her hips, her thighs, leaving them bunched around her ankles.

Her pussy was even more beautiful than you’d imagined, pink and swollen and dripping wet. You ran your thumb along the slit, feeling your pulse quicken as you dipped it inside.

She let out a little mewl, her hand tangling in your hair. You took it as a good sign and leaned forward, running your tongue along the wet line of her pussy.

She tasted so fucking good, sweet like candy and sharp like citrus. Your mouth moved over her, licking and sucking as you devoured every inch of her. Her hands tightened in your hair, pushing you closer until your nose was buried between her thighs.

She smelled like vanilla and coconut. It made your mouth water, made you want more.

You licked harder, moving in short quick strokes as your tongue flicked over her clit. Her body jerked with every touch, her muscles tensing as she neared her climax.

Your fingers moved, joining your tongue as you fingered her hard.

She came fast, her pussy pulsing around your fingers and tongue as she screamed your name. You let her come down from her high before pulling back, your mouth moving in one last swipe before you stood.

You were covered in her arousal, but you didn’t care. Elle’s eyes were hazy, her cheeks flushed pink as she gazed up at you.

“Y/N,” she said softly.

You didn’t need her to finish the sentence. You knew exactly what she wanted, because you wanted it too.

You stripped her down, removing her dress and bra until she stood before you completely naked. It was a sight you’d never get tired of, all smooth curves and long legs that were just begging to be tangled with yours.

You took your time undressing yourself, teasing her with every movement. Her hands came up, her fingers tracing over the curves of your breasts as you pushed them free from your bra. You dropped the fabric to the floor and stood before her, letting her touch wherever she wanted.

Your body was warm from your exertions, flushed pink and trembling with desire. Elle’s hands roamed over you, feeling your every contour.

You leaned into her touch, wanting it to last forever. Her fingers teased over your nipples, and you bit back a moan.

“I want you,” she whispered, her voice low and raspy.

You didn’t know if she meant she wanted to fuck you or be with you, and for now, you didn’t care because you wanted it all.

You kissed her again, your tongue tangling with hers as you stumbled toward the bed. You fell in a tangled mess of limbs and sheets, laughing and kissing as you fought for dominance.

You pinned her beneath you, your hips settling between her legs. You ground down, rubbing your pussy against hers as you kissed her neck.

“You're so beautiful, Elle,” you groaned, your body already starting to build.

You rubbed faster, your clit aching for friction. Elle’s mouth latched onto your neck, sucking and biting as you rocked over her. You felt her lips wrap around your nipple, sucking it into her mouth, and your vision started to blur.

Your hips moved on their own accord, grinding faster and harder. You were getting close, too close, and you didn’t want it to end.

Elle let out a soft gasp, her hips starting to jerk with her own orgasm. Her mouth found yours again, her tongue dipping inside as you came.

It was like the entire world had exploded in a wave of heat and colour. You couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything but Elle and the way her pussy felt against yours.

You rode out your climax, feeling her come against you as well. The feeling of her pulsing against you was almost too much, and you couldn’t help the soft cry that escaped your lips as another orgasm hit you.

You came in waves, clenching and releasing as Elle ground down against you.

You collapsed on top of her, your body trembling with aftershocks as your breathing slowly returned to normal.

Elle’s fingers traced over your spine, petting and soothing you as she held you close. It was comfortable and intimate and everything you wanted from her.

“Y/N?” she murmured softly.

“Stay here tonight?”

You lifted your head, gazing down at her. Her hair was mussed, her face still flushed pink from their exertions. “I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.”

You settled back against her, holding her close as your bodies intertwined. For tonight at least, you’d have her, and that was all that mattered. The rest could wait until tomorrow.

[meazalykov]

wrong number

bayern munich frauen x lena oberdorf x reader

1/6, 2/6, 3/6, 4/6, 5/6, 6/6

summary: the media discovers your role in the girl's lives

it’s hard to believe that almost a year has passed since that accidental text message dropped you into the middle of bayern's world. 

from feeling like an outsider in a new city to becoming close friends—and even more—with some of the best footballers in europe, your life has taken an unexpected but wonderful turn. 

your relationship with lena has only grown stronger, and while you still value having your own space and hobbies—like ceramics and ballet—you’re undeniably part of their circle now.

the champions league semifinals against chelsea are just days away, and the energy surrounding the team is electric. everyone is moving around with excitement, and you can’t help but feel proud of your friends.

the girls have worked so hard to get to this point, and even though lena’s not quite ready to return to the pitch due to her acl recovery, she’s made huge strides. you’ve been by her side every step of the way, supporting her through the tough days of rehab and celebrating her small victories. 

"soon, you’ll be back on that field, scoring goals," you tell her one afternoon as you watch her go through her stretching routine at the rehab center. it’s become a familiar scene for you—the gym, the quiet focus on recovery—but it’s one you’ve grown to love because it shows lena’s resilience.

lena glances up at you, her blue eyes twinkling with determination. 

"you think i’ll be as good as before?"

you smile softly. you weren’t with her, or even known of her, the last time she was on the pitch. the acl injury against austria is something you’ve known about already, but you can’t wait for the day that you can support your girlfriend on the pitch again. 

you stepped closer to obi and brushed a stray hair from her face. 

"i know you will be. you’re already stronger than you think."

there’s something incredibly comforting about your bond with lena. despite the chaos of the football world, your relationship has a balance—a rhythm that works. you still do your own thing, keeping up with your ceramics, which has become more than just a hobby, and ballet lessons have added a peaceful contrast to the intensity of being around professional athletes. 

you also love being a part of their world, even if you aren’t on the pitch with them. 

everyone around bayern has gotten used to seeing you around. you’re practically family at this point. from staff to coaches, everyone knows your face, and after signing an nda to ensure you wouldn’t share any of the club’s internal secrets (not that you ever would), the level of trust between you and the team solidified. it felt good, knowing they trusted you that much, and it only deepened the bond you had with them.

the past few months have been about more than just your relationship with lena. you’ve grown closer to all the girls. 

when georgia’s birthday rolled around, you decided to plan something special for her—an intimate get-together at your apartment. you invited most of the team, along with a few of georgia’s friends from the tattoo shop she worked at on the side.

the day of the party, your apartment is filled with laughter, music, and the warm smell of food. sydney had helped you set everything up, while lena hung up decorations, joking about how much she loved bossing you around in your own space. 

it’s a cozy, intimate setup—exactly what you knew georgia would appreciate. when she walks in, the look on her face is priceless.

"surprise!" everyone yells, and georgia freezes in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock.

you told her to come to your apartment because you needed help setting up a new furniture piece you’ve gotten, so this is a shock to the english woman. 

"what the—" she breathes, her gaze darting around the room. 

"you guys! no fucking way!” georgia looks at you with a bright smile.

you step forward with a grin, handing her a drink. 

"happy birthday, georgia. thought we’d do something a little special."

georgia pulls you into a hug, squeezing tight.

 "i can’t believe you did this. you’re the best, y/n. seriously, this is amazing."

the night is full of laughter and inside jokes, with the girls teasing georgia and telling embrassing stories about their games and practices. it feels like family, and watching georgia’s genuine happiness makes all the planning worth it. 

every now and then, lena leans over, brushing her hand against your arm or whispering something teasing in your ear, her closeness reminding you of how far you’ve come with everyone. 

a few weeks later, though, things take a turn. sydney, who had been eagerly preparing for the champions league semifinal, gets injured during training. it’s a devastating blow, and she’s crushed. 

you can see it in her eyes the day she shows up at your apartment, clearly needing a distraction.

"i just… i can’t sit at home and think about it," she admits, flopping onto your couch with a heavy sigh. 

everyone else was at practice, which gave sydney major fomo. 

"i was so ready for the game in london. and now…"

you sit beside her, your hand resting gently on her shoulder. 

"i know how much this meant to you, syd. it’s okay to be upset about it– here."

you open your arms for a hug. she lets out a frustrated laugh when she sinks her body into your arms, staring at the ceiling. 

"i just feel like i’ve let everyone down. i worked so hard, and now it feels like it was for nothing. this isn’t the first injury, ya know? with my hip and everything, i feel like i’ve been sitting out a alot. i know its my ankle this time but it feels like it is always something!"

"syd," you say softly. 

"you haven’t let anyone down. you’ve given everything to this team, and everyone knows how much you contribute—even if you’re not on the pitch for this match. you’re still part of the team. they all love you, bayern loves you."

she stays quiet for a moment before glancing up at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. 

"thanks. i guess i needed to hear that."

"anytime," you reply, squeezing her shoulder gently. 

"how about we get out of here for a bit? lunch on me."

sydney grins, some of her usual spark returning. "you know just how to cheer me up. let’s go."

you take her to a small pizza place by the mountains, and by the time you’re halfway through your meal, sydney’s laughing again, her spirits noticeably lifted. 

it feels good to be able to help her through this, even if it’s just with a bit of company and conversation.

then there’s lea, who has become like a sister to you in so many ways. when she asks if you’d like to accompany her to austria for an event her girlfriend is hosting, you don’t hesitate to say yes. 

the event is on the fancier side, but you’re just glad that lea wanted your company.

after a long conversation about lea’s olympic journey last year, the topic turned to being about lena. 

"you know," lea says softly as you both stand at the edge of the event, people-watching as you finish the cheesecake dessert her girlfriend provided the guests, 

"you’re the perfect match for lena. i see the way she looks at you. it’s like you ground her, keep her steady. trust me, its nice. she can be a bit hyper–"

you smile, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. 

"really?"

"definitely," lea says, her tone sincere. 

"you’re good for her. and she’s good for you too. you both balance each other out. she brings out your silly side and you help her stay calm. all of the girls notice it, we love you both– even if lena came from the rival team a year ago."

it means a lot, hearing that from lea. she’s been around lena longer than you have. you know about their close bond and have never been threatened by it. they’ve been close since their time at essen and you’re happy lena has people around her. 

knowing that lea thinks you’re good for her best friend fills you with a sense of pride and happiness.

life in munich has been better than you ever could’ve imagined. you’ve found not only love with lena but a solid group of friends who’ve become family. but it’s not all as private as you’d like. 

the media has started to catch on, especially the woso fan pages. it started with small things—pictures of you sitting beside kathi and lena at bayern games, or with the girls at various events—but soon, the fan pages began to speculate more.

some thought you worked at bayern, especially given how often you were spotted with the team. others guessed correctly that you were dating one of the players. for a while, some fans even thought you were with sydney, but that rumor died out when they realized sydney and sam were more likely involved.

you and lena hadn’t been hiding your relationship, but you also weren’t broadcasting it. you wanted to keep your private life as quiet as possible, but eventually, both of you decided it was time to go public. 

it started with a simple photo dump from the both of you on instagram.

the reaction was immediate. comments flooded in from fans and friends alike, most of them supportive, excited, and a little bit nosy. they didn’t know the whole story—how your relationship began with a wrong number—but they didn’t need to. 

(yk the drill, pretend its you in the first picture instead)

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all they knew was that you and lena were together, and most of them were happy for you.

as you sit on the couch that evening, scrolling through the comments, lena leans against you, her head resting on your shoulder.

"so, i guess the secret’s out," you murmur, smiling as you read through the flood of messages.

"about time," lena replies, her voice soft with amusement. 

"i think everyone kind of knew anyway."

you chuckle, setting your phone down and wrapping your arm around her. 

"yeah, probably. but i’m glad we did it on our terms."

lena’s hand finds yours in your lap, her fingers lacing through yours as she gives you a gentle squeeze. 

"i love you, you know that?"

"i love you too," you reply, feeling warmth spread through your chest. 

you smile, pressing a kiss to her temple. 

"you’re stuck with me now."

"good," lena murmurs, settling back into your embrace.

it had been months of watching lena work her way back from her acl injury—long, hard months where she pushed herself harder than anyone you’d ever seen. her determination was awe-inspiring, and you’d been there for every part of it, from the tough days at the rehab center to the small victories along the way. 

now, today, everything was different.

you’d just picked up your german driver’s license and drove to the bayern training campus to pick her up, feeling a little extra proud of yourself for finally navigating through all the paperwork and classes to get it done. 

you didn’t realize that today, lena had something even bigger to share.

when she climbs into the car, there’s something different about her—a quiet excitement simmering under her usual calm demeanor. 

as you pull out of the parking lot, you glance at her and notice the way she’s grinning to herself, like she’s holding back a big secret.

"what’s going on with you?" you ask, half-joking, but there’s something in her smile that makes you press for more. 

"you look… different."

lena turns to you, her eyes sparkling, and says, 

"i got cleared."

you blink, your brain taking a second to catch up. 

"cleared? wait huh? like.. you mean… you’re allowed to play again?"

"yes," she says, her grin widening, and you can hear the emotion behind her voice.

without thinking, you slam on the brakes, pulling the car to a stop in the middle of the bayern training campus parking lot. your heart is pounding as you look at her, your hands gripping the steering wheel.

"are you serious? like, actually cleared to play?" you ask, your voice almost shaky with disbelief.

"yes," lena repeats, her smile turning softer, her eyes shining as she looks at you. 

"i’m officially back. i’ll be on the squad for the semi-final second leg."

you don’t know what comes over you, but suddenly you’re unbuckling your seatbelt, reaching across the console to pull her into a tight hug. your arms wrap around her shoulders, and you press kiss after kiss to the top of her head, unable to stop yourself.

"lena, oh my god," you whisper between kisses, your heart overflowing with pride and happiness. 

"i’m so proud of you. i knew you could do it. you’re so strong."

lena laughs softly, burying her face in your neck as she returns the hug, squeezing you back just as tightly. 

"i couldn’t have done it without you," she murmurs, her voice soft.

you finally pull back, your hands still on her shoulders as you look into her eyes, tears of joy pricking at the corners of your own. 

"this is amazing, lena. you’re going to be back on the field. i’m so, so proud of you."

lena smiles, leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips. "thank you," she whispers against your mouth.

you take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart as you settle back into your seat. after a moment, you start the car again, your mind already racing ahead to the semi-final. 

bayern was down 3-2 on aggregate after the first leg, but now that lena was cleared to play—even if she wouldn’t start—it felt like anything was possible.

"you know," you say, your voice still tinged with disbelief as you drive out of the parking lot, 

"i’ve always had faith in you. but this… this is amazing."

lena reaches over to take your hand, her fingers lacing through yours. "thank you," she says softly, squeezing your hand.

the day of the champions league semi-final second leg arrives, and the allianz arena is packed. it feels like the entire city of munich is excited with anticipation, and the atmosphere inside the stadium is electric. 

the girls had gotten you a seat right behind the bench, so you had an incredible view of the pitch—and of lena, who was dressed in her bayern kit for the first time in nearly a year.

even though she wasn’t in the starting lineup, just seeing her there, on the sidelines, made your heart swell with pride. she’d worked so hard for this moment, and whether she played or not, you knew this was a victory in itself.

the first half of the game is tense, and the aggregate score still has chelsea ahead, but in the 34th minute, pernille scores an absolute screamer against her former club. the stadium erupts, and you leap out of your seat, cheering and clapping for your friend.

"yes, pernille!" you yell, your voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd. you’re so proud of her, and so proud of all the girls. 

the second half kicks off, and in the 50th minute, georgia scores a brilliant header, putting bayern ahead on aggregate. again, the stadium explodes with noise, and you can’t stop yourself from jumping up in excitement.

"2-0!" you scream, your heart pounding with excitement. 

"we’re winning!"

as the minutes tick down, the tension in the air grows thicker, and you glance toward the sidelines where lena is warming up. your heart skips a beat as you watch her, laser-focused, going through her final stretches. 

it’s the 85th minute, and you can see the murmurs of excitement around you as people begin to wonder if lena will be subbed on.

"is she going in?" you hear someone near you whisper to their friend.

"lena oberdorf is finally playing again!" another person exclaims.

your pulse quickens as you watch her pull on her red home jersey, standing at the touchline, waiting to be subbed in. the crowd is buzzing, and when she’s subbed on for pernille in the 88th minute, the cheers are deafening.

"obiiii!" you shout, a huge smile on your face as you clap and cheer for her.

almost immediately after she’s on the pitch, lena goes in for a clean, hard tackle against mayra ramirez. the crowd gasps, but she gets up quickly, and the ball is cleared. 

you breathe out in relief, shaking your head with a grin. it’s like she never left. she’s back, and she’s ready.

the final whistle blows, and bayern wins 2-0 on the night, advancing to the champions league final against manchester city after winning 4-3 AGG. the girls on the pitch are celebrating, hugging each other, and you can’t stop smiling, your heart bursting with pride.

after about twenty minutes, when the celebrations have died down a bit, pernille spots you standing behind the barrier and waves you over. 

"come here!" she shouts, her grin wide as she reaches out to help you over the bars.

before you know it, you’re standing on the pitch, the lights of the stadium shining down on you as you search for lena. she jogs up to you, her face glowing with excitement, and you pull her into a tight hug, your heart swelling with emotion.

"i’m so happy to see you back out there," you whisper, your arms wrapped tightly around her. 

"you did so well."

lena laughs, pulling back slightly to look at you. 

"i only played for six minutes."

"and you crushed it," you say, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

"coming back from an acl injury and getting back out there—that’s amazing, lena. i’m so proud of you."

she smiles, her eyes softening as she leans in to kiss your forehead. 

"thank you," she whispers, her voice filled with emotion. 

"i couldn’t have done it without you."

you hug her tightly again before making your way around the pitch, hugging each of the girls one by one, congratulating them on their incredible victory. it’s a night you’ll never forget—watching them advance to the final of the biggest competition in europe, knowing how hard they’ve worked to get here.

after the girls head back to the locker room, you climb back into the stands, feeling lighter than you have in weeks. the joy of the win is still buzzing through your veins when your phone buzzes with a message in the group chat.

georgia: madga’s house tonight. celebration. don’t be late.

you smile, knowing exactly what kind of night it’s going to be—laughter, drinks, and endless retelling of every moment from the match. 

you get into your car, driving to magda’s house with excitement buzzing in your chest.

when you arrive, the girls are already there, the mood lively and celebratory. magda’s house is filled with the sound of voices, and as you step inside, you’re greeted with hugs and cheers from your friends.

"you made it!" magda says, pulling you into a tight hug. 

“of course i wouldn’t miss the best club in the world making it to the final!!” you squeak over the music. 

“of course noottt!!” sydney slurs as she puts her arm around your shoulders.

you laugh. yup, she's already tipsy.

"absolutely," you reply, smiling as you make your way through the house, finding lena again and wrapping your arm around her waist.

as the night goes on, you’re filled with a sense of overwhelming gratitude. these girls—your friends, your girlfriend—they’ve welcomed you into their world in ways you never expected.

it’s been almost a year since you’ve been added to their chat, and life has never been better.

last part here

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Award Ceremony (2)

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀᴜꜱᴛɪɴ ʙᴜᴛʟᴇʀ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴏᴠᴇʀʜᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ʏ/ɴ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴜꜱɪɴ, ᴀᴜꜱᴛɪɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.

a/n - this is kinda like another version of the second ab story i posted. i wrote two versions cause two people can be down bad for each other!!

 °。°。°。°。°。°。°。゜。°。°。 °。°。°。°。°。°。°。゜。°。°。

The spotlight hit Austin the moment his name was called, and as the crowd erupted into applause, he stood frozen for a moment, his heart pounding. He glanced over at Y/N, seated in the audience beside Timothee and Florence. She smiled softly at him, her eyes warm, but there was something in her gaze—something filled with quiet uncertainty. Austin knew her well enough to read her unspoken thoughts.

He’d overheard her talking to her cousin earlier that evening—how she still worried, even after everything they’d been through, that being with him could bring her unwanted attention. He could sense how conflicted she was, especially with the whispers in her head telling her she didn’t deserve him, or that their love would bring him unnecessary pain.

But that wasn’t true. He knew that, and he wanted to make sure she knew it too.

With a deep breath, Austin walked up to the stage, the weight of the award feeling heavy in his hands—not because he didn’t deserve it, but because he knew this moment could be bigger than just a trophy. This could be his chance to say everything he’d kept buried.

Standing at the podium, he smiled at the audience, the applause still ringing in his ears. He looked down at the award, then back at the crowd, before his gaze found Y/N once more.

“I… honestly don’t know where to start,” Austin said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “This award—it’s incredible. But I think it means more to me than just a recognition for my work. I’ve been in this industry for a long time, and I’ve learned that the roles you play, the stories you tell, can only be as good as the people who support you behind the scenes.”

He paused, his eyes now focused solely on Y/N, who was staring at him with wide eyes, her breath held in suspense.

“There’s one person in my life who has always been there for me. She’s been my anchor when the world felt like it was spinning out of control. She’s been the one to remind me that I’m capable of far more than I ever thought possible.”

Y/N' s chest tightened, the words sinking into her like a warm embrace. Austin’s gaze softened, and he didn’t break eye contact as he continued.

“I’ve never been the type to shy away from showing my feelings, but I’ve also learned that some things are worth keeping close—worth cherishing in private. But tonight, I can’t keep this in any longer.”

The crowd fell into a hushed silence, everyone hanging on his every word.

“I dedicate this award to the love of my life, Y/N.” His voice was full of conviction, raw and unapologetic. “The one person who’s always believed in me—even when I couldn’t see it myself. The one person who has helped me grow, not just as an actor, but as a man.”

Y/N's breath caught, her heart racing as her eyes filled with emotion. Austin took a step forward, his eyes never leaving hers.

“I don’t care about the opinions of the world,” he said softly, his voice thick with sincerity. “What matters to me is the love we share. The kind of love that doesn’t need to be broadcasted to the world to be real. But, Y/N, I’m telling you now, no matter what we face—no matter the obstacles that come our way—nothing will ever tear me away from you again.”

The room went quiet, the weight of his words hanging in the air. It was a confession, a vow, a promise. And Y/N, in that moment, felt a wave of relief wash over her. All the doubts, all the worries she’d had over their love, seemed to vanish in the light of his words.

The audience remained in stunned silence for a beat before erupting into applause. Y/N could hardly breathe, but her eyes never left Austin as he stood there on stage, smiling at her with so much love in his gaze.

As he made his way down from the stage, Austin didn’t wait for the crowd to settle. He moved through the throngs of people until he reached Y/N, who stood frozen in her seat, her eyes still wide. He pulled her into his arms without a word, his hands resting gently on her back.

“You heard that, right?” he whispered into her ear, his voice tender.

She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper, “I heard you.”

Austin pulled back slightly to look at her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You have nothing to be afraid of, Y/N. I meant every word.”

She let out a shaky breath, feeling the weight of his love settle in her chest. “I don’t deserve you,” she muttered, her insecurity creeping in again.

Austin cupped her face, gently lifting her chin so that their eyes met. “No, Y/N. You are everything I’ve ever wanted. I’m not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.”

She felt herself melt into his touch, the tension that had been coiled in her for so long finally releasing. She smiled up at him, the weight of her worries lifted for the first time in a long while.

“I love you,” she whispered, finally allowing herself to say it, and Austin smiled back, his heart full.

“I love you too,” he whispered, before pulling her into a kiss that sealed their promise to each other.

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non-working makeup wipes

⇢ ˗ˏˋ gn!reader x xiao

⇢ ˗ˏˋ summary: you were supposed to do xiaos makeup, but the closeness left xiao a little too flustered

⇢ ˗ˏˋ important notes: this is a repost from my old account (@/rainstops)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ a/n: this is probably one of my oldest posts ever, since its also from my old wattpad account, so the formatting and writing and wording is all veeerrryyy weird...

old post masterlist tba !

The theater club was playing a traditional play at a school festival for the first time ever. The preparations were going great and still, the director of the club was stressing all the members of the club.

You weren't a part of the club, but you were close friends with the person who played the main role - Yun Jin. You were just supposed to hold a speech for the audience right before the play, and you were sitting outside, behind the school building, trying to remember your text, but Yun Jin was texting you the whole time, telling you about how annoying the director was and so on. You still had about an hour left before the play and the whole festival in general, started but your school was already filling with people. Thinking about having to hold a speech in front of all these people, was making you incredibly nervous.

But you knew you weren't the only nervous person here.

You gave that a thought. Everyone was stressed and nervous. Especially the people that were supposed to go on stage in an hour. All the people you heard from today were nervous. Especially your friend Lisa, who has spent the last two nights sleepless, trying to improve her make up skills since she was the one who was supposed to do everyone's make up for the traditional play. And everyone had to wear makeup for this play. You tried telling her to go to sleep because it could also interfere with her way of doing make up, but she refused to.

You had to smile thinking about it. It was incredible since she was usually the sleepiest person alive. You were seriously worried that she was going to fall asleep while doing make up too.

Suddenly you got a call. It was Yun Jin.

„Yun Jin you know I'm busy with my text-„,you tried to explain.

„Y/N it's an emergency! Lisa fell asleep and we can't wake her!! How can she fall asleep during her break! And me and Xiao still didn't get out makeup done", she cut you off.

„But what am I supposed to do about it?!", you asked.

„Y/N I know that Lisa told you all about how to do this traditional make up style. We can provide you with pictures and everything but please! You have to help us finish the makeup look!! Our director is going crazy!", she shouted into the phone.

„But Yun-„, you tried to argue but she cut you off again.

„No Y/N please come now!", Yun Jin exclaimed and hung up.

Guess you had no other option than to take a look at the problem.

-

You arrived backstage with a worried looking Yun Jin, a thrice as stressed director as you imagined, and a pretty calm but still annoyed looking Xiao.

„Okay, I'm here", You said.

„Thank god Y/N! Here's the makeup, please just do this, we have about 40 minutes left only!", Yun Jin acknowledged and pushed you into a chair next to a bunch of makeup, as she sat down in front of you.

She knew exactly how to do the make up too, since she's watched Lisa do it for the past 30 minutes. She moved her head accordingly to where it had to be for the next step of applying the makeup. She also reminded you what to do when you forgot a thing or two. The most part of the make up was about the eyes. There was barely any blush or lipstick in the make up style. Yun Jin cooperated really well and you were able to finish the make up quite fast. Xiao was now the only one without the needed makeup. He sat down in front of you, and you immediately started giving his eyes the main color. The eyeshadow was easy to do and to blend out, but your biggest struggle has always been eyeliner. Yun Jin's eyeliner looked quite good so you figured it shouldn't be too hard on Xiao's eyes either. That would've been the case if he hadn't turned his head half away.

„Xiao can you look at me please?", you asked.

He didn't give your wanted reaction though. He only looked at you with his yellow eyes. Not turning his head whatsoever.

You sighed, knowing that there's almost no time left, and you still had to finish this, so you just took his chin between your thumb and index finger, and turned his head towards you. You didn't notice it at first, but his cheeks turned red. Redder than they were supposed to be. After you finished applying his eyeliner, you noticed it.

„Oh your cheeks are quite red... did I apply too much blush...?", you considered while Xiao's eyes were closed and brows were furrowed.

„I'm just gonna wipe it off with a makeup wipe", you added, still holding his chin.

You took a makeup wipe and tried wiping the blush off Xiao's face. That didn't work.

„Weird... it's not coming off. Shit what do I do the play is about to start in 15 minutes... uhhh"

Xiao suddenly took your wrist and removed your hand from his chin. He turned his head away. That's when you noticed that the „blush" was slowly „coming off".

You obviously realized why his face was so red a minute ago.

„So it wasn't make up...", you stated and also had a light pink touch on your face.

„Well then your makeup should be done..!", you added and got up. You were ashamed since you tried rubbing off the natural redness off Xiao's face. You went to talk to Yun Jin. Who witnessed the whole thing with a smug smile on her face.

„Wipe that smile off your face or..."

„Or what? You're gonna wipe it off with a makeup wipe?", Yun Jin teased while your face turned visibly red. She knew that you had a „little" crush on Xiao for a while now.

„Cut it Yun Jin! I need to read my text one more time... the show's gonna in 10 minutes...", you turned away and walked off.

-

You held your speech and watched the play from the back. Still on your mind what happened right before all this...

After the play you hugged Yun Jin telling her how great she was playing the lead role and everything.

„You were awesome!! How are you so good at this!", You cheered.

„Thank you Y/N!", Yun Jin hugged you back.

„Wanna go get something to drink? I heard the cafeteria has something new only for this festival!", you requested.

„Oh my yes of course!... but first I think you should talk to a certain someone...", Yun Jin smirked.

„Yun Jin look if this about what happened before the play then-„, Yun Jin just shook her head and gave you a sign to turn around. You raised an eyebrow but didn't question it any further.

And there was Xiao, standing right behind you.

„Oh! Uh xiao what's-?",

„Meet in the cafeteria in an hour", was all he replied, before walking past you leaving you standing there with your mouth open speechless.

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The Wish Job (One)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four | Five Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two | Three Harley Quinn One | Two1 0th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One | Two Queen Clarisse Renaldi One | Two | Three Leverage Crew One (you're here!)

This fic was line jumped! If you'd like to learn more about line jumping (getting to see your favorite fics updated sooner) you can read this post

I had a lot of thoughts for this AU, actually, so I'm really glad it got line jumped so I was forced to put them down into words lol

Steve becomes one of Nana's foster kids, but he spends a majority of this series with the Leverage crew working a job (as the name of this series suggests), and they fill similarly parental role.

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;P

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After his father's arrest, everything is a blur. Steve can remember flashes, sure, but nothing concrete. Nothing more than two FBI agents in the door of his classroom, the cold steel of interrogation room chairs, an agent's ponytail with split ends, a kind smile but clammy hand on his elbow, the broken A/C of the car when he finally left the FBI office, and the slippery feel of the garbage bag he's given to pack 14 years of a life he'll never see again.

Nothing comes back into focus until he's faced with an older black woman, standing outside a two-story house. The man with a kind smile but clammy hands introduces her, but Steve doesn't actually hear the name.

"You can call me Nana," the woman says, looking at the man like she doesn't know why he's still there when his work is obviously done.

"Well, uh, Steve, feel free to call if you need anything. We'll keep in touch," the man says, nodding before half-running down the walk way.

"Never liked him," Nana says, clicking her tongue. "Too damn squirrely for my tastes. Now, Steve, come inside and we'll go over some ground rules."

Steve follows her mechanically, gripping his trash bag tightly and wondering far too late why he wasn't allowed to pack his own suitcases. The house is a cacophony of noises: feet running across wood floors, a TV blaring from the living room, shouts coming from every direction, a microwave beeping while the oven timer rings, a crash from the next room over that makes Steve wince.

Nana stands in the doorway, takes a deep breath, and then shouts at the top of her lungs, "Y'all had better stop all this racket right the fuck now before I cancel pizza night!"

The house goes silent, and Steve feels his shoulders tense even more. He hates the silence. Silence means anger, and anger means punishment. He clenches his jaw, trying to keep himself small as Nana nods and leads the way into a dining room.

A girl appears in the room shortly after, carrying a mug and a soda. She places the mug in front of Nana and the soda in front of an empty seat, gesturing for Steve to sit. "Welcome. I can take your bag, if you want," she offers, looking at the trash bag with bright eyes.

"Don't make trouble, Breanna," Nana says, dismissing her easily.

Steve watches her leave before sitting. He licks his lips, opens the soda as quietly as he can manage, and waits for Nana to take a sip from her mug before saying, "Thank you for taking me in, ma'am."

"I said to call me Nana, none of that ma'am business unless you're in trouble, and you're not in trouble," she says, waving her hand dismissively. "Now, the rules. No complaining about sharing a room. No TV remote access after seven because that's when my shows start. We all eat dinner together on Wednesday night. You go to school every day unless you're sick, and you tell me when you're feeling sick. You got all that?"

"Yes, m....Nana."

"Good. Now, I know you're used to a fancier living than this, but I expect you to adjust without too much complaint. You still get your own bed, and whatever you brought is yours to keep, but money is tight. We save where we can, and I expect you to help with that. Turn off lights, use less water, unplug things when you're not using them."

Steve nods again, inexplicably feeling a little better as Nana speaks. She's not treating him like a spoiled brat, but she's not coddling him, either. She gets another boy (an older one named Hardison) to give him a tour of the house. He shows Steve the mezzuzahs on each door and the Kaaba directional marker in each room---"We're a multi-denominational household, kid, Nana will get whatever you need if she doesn't have it already," Hardison says, grinning widely at him---and makes sure he knows which spots are good for hiding when he needs a few minutes.

He ends the tour at Steve's new room. It has two bunk-beds, three of the bunks with rumpled sheets and one bottom bunk devoid of sheets altogether. Hardison gives Steve blue sheets, welcomes him, and then leaves Steve to unpack by himself.

It's new, it's unfamiliar, it's terrifying. Steve hopes, despite himself, that it's not a temporary stop.

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"I don't care! He can't stay!"

"We're already in London, Hardison. We can hardly send him back on a plane by himself."

"Isn't that how he got here in the first place? He's 17, not seven."

Steve moves his gaze from Hardison to Sophie to Eliot, feeling like he's watching a tennis match. He's sandwiched between Nate and Parker, a hand on his shoulder holding him back from trying to defend himself. Not that he's upset about it. Keeping everyone from turning their frustration on him sounds like a great idea.

"Yeah, and how did he get here?" Parker asks, dashing Steve's hopes right as they're forming.

He shifts uncomfortably as everyone looks at him, ducking his head and staring at the floor. A small part of him is frustrated, angrily protesting the familiar move when its usual target has long been absent.

"Hey, give him some room," Hardison says, moving forward to push Nate and Parker back a few steps. He stands at an angle to Steve, leaving him plenty of room to move away if he wants. "Nobody's angry, kid. Well, I'm a little mad, but only because you could be putting yourself in danger. So, how'd you catch up to us?"

Steve wonders for a brief moment about whose wrath he'd rather endure. In the end, he decides Breanna is scarier than Hardison, so he lies. "Nana and I overheard you on the phone with Parker at Hannukah dinner, and then Nana said she gets worried about you sometimes," he says, meeting Hardison's eyes before glancing away. He makes himself small again, but it's on purpose this time, broadcasting shame as he adds, "I still have, um, access to my savings account...from my....from them. Enough for a plane ticket and cab ride, at least."

"Aww, Nana worries about us," Parker says, smiling brightly as she nudges Eliot with her elbow. "That's sweet."

"If it weren't a lie," Sophie says, her lips pursed and her eyebrows raised slightly as she walks closer to Steve. She taps his shoulder, his temple, and his hand. "Lowered head but not as low as before. Shoulders drawn in but tense to hold them there. Fingers twitching just slightly. Impressive, I will admit, but I'm a professional, darling."

Steve sighs and lifts his head, his shoulders relaxing some as he frowns. "You didn't have to call me out on it," he mumbles.

"Breanna got you here, didn't she? Ain't no way you'd lie to protect anyone else."

"She could ruin me, Hardison."

"I can ruin you, too, did you forget about that?"

Steve considers him for a moment before shrugging.

"Well," Nate says, clapping his hands together and pulling everyone's attention to him. "Steve is here now, we might as well use him. Sophie, give him an Italian accent and some suede shoes."

"I can already speak Italian," Steve says, "and I have my own suede shoes to match a Cesare Attolini suit." He feels something like guilt twinge in his stomach when Hardison glances at him. Steve's mother may have forfeited custody of him, but she still sends gifts every now and then. Steve usually sells them, slips the cash into drawers and wallets and couch cushions so they can be discovered by Nana and his foster siblings.

The suit and shoes, though? Steve couldn't bring himself to sell them. If there was one thing he missed about life before Nana's foster home, it was the clothes. It was the way his clothes made him feel like a better version of himself, a version everyone would admire and approve of. So, yeah, he'd kept the clothes and shoes his mother sent him two months ago, and he'd packed them for this trip just because.

He'd glad they seem to be coming in handy.

After processing his words, Nate blinks, a smile growing on his face like he's discovered a treasure he won't be letting go of any time soon.

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How to Build a Team, Fixing the Recruitment of the Temp Heroes

I've had a few people ask me questions about Miraculous rewrites, so I wanted to quickly touch on something that doesn't get discussed much. Namely that the recruitment of the temp heroes failed at a fundamental level IF the end goal was to make a team. If the end goal was to have one-off episodes where the temp hero of the day shows up and is then forgotten, then the way canon did it is fine. But I think most rewrites that include the temp heroes want to actual give Marinette a larger team, so let's talk about how you do that.

The issue with the temp heroes lies in WHY they're recruited. To demonstrate what I mean, let's quickly talk about Rose's recruitment in Guiltrip.

In Guiltrip, Juleka tells the class that Rose suffers from a random, unnamed chronic illness. This leads to Juleka getting akumatized because she feels so guilty about outing Rose's secret. In order to save Juleka, Rose gets the pig miraculous, becomes Pigella, and gives her girlfriend a look into a fake world where everything is happy and perfect! (The pig is weird.)

The problem with this setup is that Rose is functionally nothing more than a random power up that Ladybug needed to help fight the akuma of the day. The episode would have worked just as well if Ladybug dual wielded and, after the episode is done, there's no need for Rose to stick around because Juleka has been helped and Juleka is an outsider to the team. Let's look at how you rewrite this setup to make it feel like Rose is being recruited for the good of Ladybug's team.

Instead of the episode being about Juleka exposing Rose's illness, we're going to have the episode start with Marinette getting upset about something. What that thing is really doesn't matter, but for ease, let's say that she gets a bad grade and is feeling down. Alya tries to cheer Marinette up, but it doesn't work because Alya's not good at that kind of pep talk. Marinette asks to be alone and wanders off, going to sit alone in the courtyard or something. Enter Rose, who overheard Marinette and Alya talking. Rose will manage to do what Alya can't and cheer Marinette up. Once the pep talk is over and Rose is long gone, Tikki will comment on Rose's ability and Marinette will say something about how Rose is good at knowing what to say/keeping a positive attitude in the darkest times.

Cue the akuma of the day coming in. For the sake of this hypothetical, let's say that Ladybug has built up her team already, so Alya and Nino are both full time heroes. This means that we have Ladybug, Chat Noir, Rena Rouge, and Carapace charging into battle, but it's a tough one. The akuma is crazy strong and, the longer the fight goes, the more they all lose hope. They try to encourage each other, but it's not working. The words feel empty.

Then Ladybug remembers Rose.

Ladybug rushes from the battlefield and recruits Rose, who joins the team and changes the tide by restoring the team's hope with her encouraging words and dauntless spirit. The episode ends with Rose joining the team because they clearly need someone there to keep their spirits up when it feels like hope is lost.

Do you see how that simple shift changes everything? How Rose is no longer a one-off, easily-forgotten power-up?

Now, as much as I love Rose, I personally wouldn't recruit her to any team I make because the role she's most suited to feels too close to the role I think Adrien should have, but this was just an example so that doesn't matter. What matters is that this is how you should approach the temp heroes IF you want to create a strong team dynamic. They shouldn't be recruited just because a random loved one is in need. They should be recruited because team miraculous is missing something it needs and that person fills the gap.

This is what I mean when I say that a small team works because you can center them around Marinette and Adrien. I don't mean canon's creepy shipping thing, I mean that you can focus on what abilities Ladybug and Chat Noir lack and build a team around filling in those gaps. For example, Marinette is really good at thinking up creative physical solutions, but her creativity doesn't extend to thinking up stories. And Adrien may be an actor, but his improv skills are focused on word play and romance, not crafting stories via pure imagination or a mix of imagination and putting together subtle verbal clues. Meanwhile, Alya comes up with stories all the time, so it makes sense that they'd recruit her to be the person who wields illusions, which is all about storytelling.