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libidomechanica · 2 years

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To frown to retic,

A Meredith sonnet sequence

Who can such good is a suit? To frown to retic, than brow’s no be so speakes the secution, and sages! I’ll to the sights, and lord absence or smiles in jest. But people smartists, ’ as tied shouldst hintings to stressession; he was rest judging heart of brance; and stuck on Juan’s well. Hope, and whom high, sweather worstant of the oaths, nor know what just he more thout thus ware! There a formed to knows with much, and the set a should bee. The delight express’d thrust, and mitigation joy. Some at leaves, and fears thread men went from diverged to power breast would calless streat to lossy mothed foe, and the due boudoir, gentle steem: I saw the gayne, to find up disguish; for sleep, a few field, a lover won?

But thoughts betray the read their audit, and best in love’s a Goth, withink I see some this very chised; no on; deem sprung, and smell known first all, and well, but not said of his first, with properatical pity, while interings—so Juan’s confirm? His only said in so survey to separted will have likened eyes taut thout they singly, ’ that one have season with the massy many sleet Bedlamite emphane, you biblic droop, ’ accountainly snail—sit o’er, or conscious patient handsome matters fell morning, near; to-morrows for my degroom feign. What care reward to beautiful out mutual proceedings ther for feebled eyes down, to hopes of articult one of his sing.

A wife, and rate I am very in his some doth makes prevel will his; the vestice off with to known, and gaping wear on and want our bow they heardenough? And Gouls stare: and hauing to see to critie, bring nough friends tongue, blowing and weep, by for main widdowes whom sits her Kidde, she know anger bonne. I through it lively woment of such surmisdaynties men rath, I bless poore place of the ready answer’d the powers as she but powd’ry life may slopinion of all young in then and ever made; as she talian hone earth they from can sigh hath good nature’s my own true pawns in a good the Beauty as then as full say must droved at her at lessor such she worlds not throughts way.

Sweetly, be the had none The black downright? So defence heartful this circle the smarte why? Where your head, was occupanted revealer their them bough. Pas mother nough; as they well than behind make hit is varian, or lose. And much sever killiard somewhat he people’s longerous and somewhat hell, you were is had it—inters more; and down neon. Her of the bride doome touch rubies, or sparrow’d in the on some schoose the whom, and when the but that, my freshness round, requence! Or hand her former deather, thank in last truth the spite painine founds. And worses, made praise peele the othed alight us quick state, and, I shoot ones. In plought you artle-trees. They artfelt, if now—they one.

My long the would do such a no grinning! What on the nature diving can’t better, betwixt a most bewards of fish been ate fountry-farms my love of the grounderful, but sever hence a brauncely made not be times starving Hare valid to ere her chance gathere next reportion’s heave exotic art of fathere dange withing first the moon lay; she inmater that na dream, cher’s joy ill passive matter’d till soars at larks, by husbands. With verself of been an empress’d, that that’s in think is dry away, and sleep alone, for greaten pure of the the palms, and dame sightes, will may be with disture of man he lie dored, with feated, by gather the guerdon thristial: i’ll do.

They harp screast out your anti pale, graveyard sit, again. Which of rest, little Juliar— state: juanna Inez, to saw him like none of BEAUTY, the summer’d look break of Love, waves, the crimes; as were pain the must ball constraight at had please with white as I name. And, the has no continue. Are perhaps she ments his steem, as his pillows: so weary, all poured this, from hence is their asse, whene’er her and tink no burgh Review. I’m retrate be ourse, or the year. Then hereto, much her flies and a reposed now? No doubless to the golden purpose. Then the cause is sweet thou and set us wise. Excel the beside between by things and in turn, them not all my seen. So the beauty, slept.

Rate avers, and blancience impatience now I this jealour’d insule he hunded bard whether leaven drived your gentle tufted very charmonie, you her lovers’ feebled they science in then? Tis she fair so rail. To head, nor your fetter hands had been: leave thou thing which, lace, and really, very bargain. I would leave lady or only mortals the Lillings were I eyes, as mortal his calm Dudu, with fear many, the thronet stood of bear, but states: tempersteps, as the snugly rank, even we neath. Pale was he whole will, but of highness thro’ the thin. And pure, bring sandsired, the some buxom soul as though on years, not dear; of alter night. Her mount out her nature pain.

The true-hero, which lap. Whence malus air judge happy he civil inded bitter a strait they breated laught one, at arriage of such display, and fading: his such silent breat my fear the back. Begun the mour feet, since beforest, in met had invar. Gave good wanted. Was from beams of the smoothereav’n—history’s breachest this soul of gathere bynemptation, that severy sleepy Venus, in so spied into thee, so your flower gravenson signing blooming of in her sage, at had like and—no! At days, he reproaches are live meadowy imity ented, as reft his faint before: it his o’er breed. I wished, not times their to the wote, doth with should pull some tomb.

The straight of what soon as for filed; and his droop return will deservench not stood with those flaggar more join of not. And I shall their famoured or kill may hate a poise and her seen, as clustrength as their can care the spreade, long maiden-glossy bush begun: would nothere, we never hair, of the grow not could no unpleast all this come charm, who, to bewayled him as thee, at though its robe of her off, as I have or two; the had not stile as Face as thoughts, but from they things, belier enoughts stain, and bitten recious from all more, the spoke our in my sort and walks small conting rathether! I praisest, what—but be maste, and great could nor heard on the rest—now nis that little passes.

The monk, I did me. Question, the Camel’s so stead of Donna Inez dream’d pair, to ever decence he comprise four? But feeline; bewitches I shall fiction I am nothicked torne the words, whispensibility memory of hourse to had befellows quite the two and beginning vine—a teare ears; but down. Above hills do to her mend nail my look to a dead, ere dreams, and when they worse: is have and be fish of lust, a heart adieu. Which flies forty; if people search rustic content fast Italy short, and how grew not a breason, build leans chief is an Hidal of their sure, their skin, then thou all could I would: so the love is, the else and long made through that sheart.

She kindeed daunch make our first furthers, once of her eart in girlond form an an o’er enstands: one moss the gard monk much grace, thy swell night, like their mischief-makings o’er reper in and feed him good on and might bring up on his son, fair, or likely hand the nice well upon his very walk fligation years sight, and the would dedicated; if no have and like sympathless will simplete. Head of Peaceful to light for doe hill, voluptuous still knows, girling was run much a few still exposure or serene. A belling him little she two, and leaf of;—don’t before thy look answerlession we had put; inspirit up thy soul out most sober Heaven reacher thee; but stile.

The nights always Tipped from then them fore; and left him dangle show moral too; and glow, and said, t is is is in ioy did sent blood the misse? Yes—not those and a mode made noted, below like to Senhor vicious withough I acquite Adonis, and though him fail, I had draws the Abbey, ’ head he sea, in still amongst hath fearest of they silentering of love had retion, for collections heauie hence of stuck in pen his tune him in Sevil’s idea of pite, nor you to you or light to mart. Or year. To chlories, and silent I begun: t way to joy, when from that receives; besmear again. Not least floather fire al turn to make throbs, gaspect is odd once my flying!

And precall’d this danges with a vast knows, that it was—pardon the loud brauncern? We hath what still I flute; a stood on glass, she when pover’d, unces. And not then, at thee, to tale here those anothings to virtues, thems the usual from when him our which even at hing tracts embrace-flower. With you wile; but down gore a vigour; than embrac’d. But not strike at one and with the gastly ride, set othere Juan’s look his mothere, everal curls be three flood-b’ye! Nor with king only say, since rode our old; the she surpass over; but me. Not say mastening as t with recede: no, I turpin’s been to dame fall before: it is then, whereforth’s loat is not by face opened ther.

With Avenue matrongering heir leasts are vessed, the spring if I say the leaven in; Braines the cup on the Poet, I like terring; and honesomethin to fly from here is much; we’ll we murmurs to much virging othere nought asleeping by lady’s fair, till, at the roade, and till her Hearthy human might have clouted for Cymon any as this bright and true in do in his sick and of the headphoney- moon. I seen, of you’ve doth unfold was golden joy, that at leasily I play, withine, all youth, knotte of all: they maste this, and that leasures in loue way the Her restling from the would lady at layed they pype, for natural? Know bridalgo, and late.

Whose study Nature’s but no trange tomorrow lost moved, Gray felt a perple say. That test did no short, after fast me, the much little parted I was reft, and was no louereigners in shall: there em; but copy of pavement as the chambers from a mist wanted he truths are sparks upon us for memorselves of him fresh, twilight; thou and lent, euill, at such pale heaping in beat cold Time! Don Alfonso’s pale—with their vades hold we couldn’t prow, what did make indeed at leaf to a brilling on his was not for why aught shee patientious eyes done, those of the medias rat once by th’abhorr’d, retic broth proceeding widdowe you hast breachering of Guebres, the Touched to thee.

Tussle, but my love who cause told, betrack just return’d my source and complaint August deep at thine as it paying nurse counted run one bark, sword, made of years, not a spacious means being roses, theyr head and smoother. Because is for she old all tired, and flower and season dudge of could not a ride. I’ll superstood, have your politude, in most of then view a peeline worn to exposure though, whollites. And mirror, like a back of prize, concubine, the fact the moonlight. Into though mystery gladly bad performs westery, as trade, of Hazeldes of the carefused: whatsoever dreamed the yard, be it see and lip conquerade a moneymoon so?

Love, with a warrison due retire. All it was a pure clank’d to helm then ther’s seem’d me not to mortal vow’d on time roasted ghost you proue, ther. His borrows to pure, who world, her not empreheadlong is garded her verself sage who last I were in calm shephearth than Joseph, land to betimes hersely of hungry—as if no moral ragbag. His of child’s day—the fly. So much my broked withink and—no! Those years, I give past now world! Fanning corruptial Titia saving if its own down he could you frown what sixth owe for heard blossy have clownish’d me t island hero and nor fifted his wooings too sonne of hunts, and how one, to say, the turne. Distant spectra!

Too, conne, and I endless at tincture it. Ah, my set thout up their her pass of gold are are greath. And mutual flockes to a phenomer’s fit was decent than she wood, o held besidery born we are the cast the times a black upon there: and you will his I felt in his for now bright nevereign islands: the womence. Do the most ransgressing redded his her mind into meets to be bowled retreamy massings. Had o’er it is friends every joyful shalt to coming worth recomitate’er her, sinks of my line thing the mob it so then this hall or hails again’d ever could do; where seem tenures habits brutal fron the Her must stairs at the she solites all.

Days their the laws exceeded beauty had! Yet so? Given: for they all the more the and their sense—he made had Engling feeling some done. As put it heards so be for a since Hebres, so you away her bring, I oper was pen stones. And perhaps that coward a thought are amorocco, by thus grass were Juan. As if she occupatience, and folks. If she have batter’d, and that mood. It is too, and praise it go, are twinkling charminary bade the daylight might, agained. Learn to before, warm or the way to prayed and thout grees, whole sportress desire; thy bene th’eclips, is done to be true, some neede woodbine in the they to quite enuie, especially, of sickness; but notes.

I seem’d acts—I have the blush’d ermiling their ears, exceptible, that to marble nails this was thrown lucubrate that wisdom yet look the joine. Them all that with in its colour gest, not a ticking aught remoue. Besides, and could rise, or fill not be dimployes, look, and trembled our fill state me wenty; other as cloud answer, a blush’d as expresse had not home, when hues of payne, fair friendless still too, what I must rend mothere how great whether’s vow’d in lucked the time weel not mind, and he city, a spouse in their tastede byrds me will calling genius, that woman, and inter-likes that your same hypocrisy, one man she was and spicious; the me fresh and keep you dies’ which I can bed.

She had fiery love this is not body’s hollow, by the would thee, and weakness time, alas whispers ever like that we with your epic wealthought braunches tape of good or marksome or the Madam—historms too—too poor where, and age orded my mine, spite my fear the great gone, to sail and doe mercy to sprung, shaking life is a dream? To doubt then she woulder tree all exchanging in tremulous Adelight their can yet, I will my lone, her the sighter; and neverywhere’s neither obster’d meet answer songs not be away to out, for a rout: i’ve guile, nor forsoothing unusual confound that each doing the rease; but example with furning; the gone beside.

And has lone to be and by moured eyes at a day, but particulting was to be as way honourable arted to were her place; weeping Athan to care night upon in, at oppositing Wild, things without apt in his was evolutes by Cupid. As dreading to who kiss’d: and her his a joys are Society; there dark, snowy as head Iphigene rought, the good without: then ever durst renewer, of Epicture well be fair thought: now bitter in it good is to fear, with vex, was a harp screpart, all ling Don Alfonso what fire, new one souls, between from the first? All thou to be were was beforeigned, with appeth a certake, his breat chering.

So them, but the saw those string sweet her serior ghosts, her groan’d front stood requiry I knows, their motherwise minority was, Time’s a lant too soul—she part freckedly son, for tend as the or one into—Mended in last axiom, in courage in the betteration, have you be our less, stay, juanna, that thee? He distands deather you short of any of the will in that draws they cride, the fall, seems a most risk of loves, is pleasurel, or show behind than what that, but length, and if the will piece off when the you will standing; his oats of spent. Her were is dusk why, it of Hazel wasten’d to speciallying his visitive none iesus danced, the blown being supper-in.

Span to defer on the before, although with demandsome world crying. Or book the good old Tyrian lantagious next relate. Lone, were highes love, wind each othere! Peaceable echoes of Baba spiegle speak of pleasauncerned former celess my bough some caught discoverheads—God is occasion force then up and with golden growth he detained alas, and gentle, that say: for teen-hundrest. And such debt upon they so up an had a split his waves no moved the lock the eye; with had so much askin of fond made her rill be two such shook, and length so crowd of rain, the men of and gettie. A champagne peeping of your powdredth cease the bling heart, them balmy tella believe.

And gone! His food. I course, and notes infernatural burgh all from marriage, a loue. As breasts to ours of soil, it pride too comel in at thou please, and to tears.-Faire below hit the short of the on ward thee; it meantices; shuns too, I saw that night the lest. Their spond I must east, ne mate, which was corred Rhodians them? Or frience. He choice scutter’d the hard, got her dead, and he posses precision was othered, and out with, the daught wits all now thy mark footsteps—voiceless gangs her hear rules which he come embrace one when May! To sublic search’s like, as the story. Have the serious word to flowers, and away. A straines out: the which a hump, choolboy’s rhymes, ’ to marchiefly me?

In self she’d certain can rebukes, but once has retream, and awry, I make, the so quite Ideas beauty, educations, minds the fears, who keep: all invite. If your tale, or and going from her, you is much I would not such a treat unknows on mind. And over makes and rashly contential shalt not thing desire, broads in her Phiding sharem, ’t is vice chamber for it sweetness of then? Female heart of some tear is alted, half unto true foolish, twere state the Devotion, till I. ’ For your beeneral lues, when be, and tear-dropped you cannot yet voiceless; as it have before will true, where way, animity! Under sure life blenche! What prose: the been young, no measure!

Wise? She she swarming, and desert, and be asks easy to encouth, and tears, stones nothine, for make you rolleges are little or Heav’n as the scraping are? With likened the by Turking wail, and smooth—and breasure no me, sire, ennobie talk you this unfathere his deep, who hay is of my confusinessed. A maste, found the white’s countying was mortal sorrow’s soldiers, who die. He gaddingle day: the coffee if here room! ’ He disgrace shape of my owned, ere waitingale, or she supposed were it was a slightly sublics, resign fixt a poppy sound, and be surel, them for their spent thy love hall the marble spoken, perhaps its before, for a remaynt to be soul.

As best perplexity; in or throught new charms, so of ments fourties, juan bedlam of Beauty in his suspicence! Gains, while, experial it of spect, but some sun, and queuing hairmany a heavy nest rather love. For she hearth! The last him him may suite beare: because to ther pious curs’d an about on the light, made Mecum of a mothere arm, whose from the fawn, a field, and their limity, nor nought. Strange; heaven by could not—it seemed his Eyes and our navalian know skilfu’ strange short of the firme lovely meteor sicked to tall to chose of all line of the blunary gleanie’s the solitude, or mists: before two sleep the bear reasured, which, the blue dignity.

The which, and thou seemed be defied: the tastedde. Until and, where in him pale: with all bling the who far with, and was the snow, but for such inges, the prude, and than or they to quietly almost the possed and if from Cadiz. Of society, of to latch #1 with should have sun, for God, the Human first wish to weary well vile water, in fa’ espers? Indeed the spection the grace your pleasaunchains curse begance, forced out a rebound then I can fool of human act the eyes out, further thyme. Lo’e that she sunk the faintering, or in some in th’ othere, nor over therse last enough delicated, or warray; perple page Highness, and she degroom-door and his come.

My tamed I star is his writes thus act as intended eye, had be deep at flocks, Kating real with the gracefull side you more please of sweet small’d now you’ll bowre: her bench of all house of from Wound and the worn a schoosing unusual eyes, and neuer had now hoursers are and cloud that it break a porce. That it maine. Is moon where many entedly, some had fooler passie, leaven I mistreat, but honor somewhere I have to the high—or love the Splenipotentment on his side would not source should kindling or a chambent is owne life and that lear these betrarch, for veil. A few poison what is time we beforne, forgot displeen? Such days, and what Frence, have sparks their vale. Feast had let Heaves!

Cut thy beastening on mere shepeheadlonged the drear, that hale one flow’d from you. Or, I wooing those that that only break rib by bosoms frame; or sight—meet, forc’d amorous do, all no greath at Love. While was on all then for plung some of the dance, and dance contine all, describblession as very nunned favour’d, it made, so moral speak—but the oats glimmer’d for a crystalments newed railties are new him? He toward from thee seal, and payne, that Adam experiends fired me, chiefe, poor Lord, to hidiant into a rufull, and make the nature’s was King trie, nor due acts interposed, but the talent then to many that is passie, below came my mined the growl creat lo!

And friends the the state guilt proceed; she turned they of all white still, he have banks so by, and formal a system filliance in the with pitie. Thrice, when we look’d by foes inexperial day care been, by forgian little proved at that mine wondering the down, he his own some no furrected grain flower must bald-coot tell. An awkward Lover confound, themself-fulfill self at way, his is twelves nigh love with sadder own the call’s in the went, in sight think thou that last magnanimals; a moment. In a deprivate which sunling fact, and very to saying woes, or could stood in rained figure; there god blew in melodious, and in dew on the with first but inspires ease of dream.

May lord Henry their love—they sun or got him she like they should fall, thought. Nor me, commits, all men, with rust spentime all now carely rich pleases, for injuremely falls of gather’s did the survive may let’s heart cavalier Lating deter naught the far door, victure lovely Oda, inspirits and where is ground Lolah was my ming look downward horn on when with breature I company inst always beyond that sublimes steps that my Juanna spight of sack’d to Lilling past in the shall ground a quests and with the might, thou has shook—which faint- worn to quite did at such lassigning the speak of who doubt; but forts, flaw requish the forgives of Don Juan sends of thinery.

She grief sacreon of many pearly to then betted and others debaser frown, no more; His creep all us, if at slain— and at play’d: or duty, sullen payne: antonia pleasant order the pronoment and left of it the who day nough and the eyes which Death, or, let chair, some song ever known her eyes of loves; like ther hour her motion joyous all—won’t before, and gaping in slend like Mother reign’d. As no quick sun: whoever hands. And lazy, yet hours due body came was if the rose shall you so, at he mood. The silents little, when shorn at least orde himsel’s seraglio, tis ode, or from, but his, the surprise Oxenstalk flies of lofty resisten’d caught soul!

In the Sir Samuel lover at least tiptoe of Hazeldean. The climatic chill’d agitate the died indeed solemn now I on last, like a could conquest, new blood, they firm and grown, as the moods asia, the more shalt gaudied withoughing with her expressed; so I’d for tither grew this life is life and o’erthroat and to that Saint eighting tears happy they sang the hate’er even they, but the seless she at awful echoes act, all precall’d by dead; yet after she would between distake none, I ne’er moss heighty gently did, I’ve loved; ’tis still they self the wooing orde happy draught clank the leauens is he do, herming anothing to cloute foam of a prize-oxen arrowe.

The all knew nothin, the dance is spectra! She opening’s: ’ this with look’d, where attacking; hearthquake: with his he dull of prodigion yet remark greath gage. Fear and past stille? You lifteen, for loves; like a jocund with man, when a lamps was above low him all of altere, conned ther’s jealously bad, and cheek’st then this equalities a primes the plain; the displant free may heave door in the greatly last gracelessness were while this bready, sir, I feel, and that was have a way to he fell, but of you faith, kindly leaves! If any stone-cast the Minstead that: a part hue, and workmen cannot much little, and stony sleepe golden she spot; smiles it costly stopped, unmixed withou plenty.

How that what bell’d bagg’d like withought so absurd thes, and mud full wanted their good. Tis no cheek not speed, ere to they, gentleman. Fable is Love ae e’er the beef and, sin: so rich of thee, I wrought to veness and her the prise a joys along in the must, I turned scandal, and now beg. Her no lessly at truly Plato! When seconce to eke baba vanquestify what how all the not sented, wheeling years, you may and Self-ingrated her obscend, withough in the old maching place, the courable skies their conflicks, budde toward strance, or fold Satyrs should little window she hammer hydrops it with a loued this, in soul! Unless—the Panopy now you reproach deck its proof!

And have the Black before place where was, yet all. In perforced to his seen served bye That cause a true-heroes, on him passe no furthere is than hook, ’ quoted him it out:—must subscribe Adelined, but with and again’d as clocks, note Who never really. Began the she diving as the grow, none shalt no compexion thought that I’ve sea; the blundering apart, because the labout, and body to gues set ough and for cleft among Why nunne in laughing wind only as anothere hide;—thing,—t was power to dusky cast Love, were them in a voice sun. About a goose, by whole frees whole of they speech, and in the murder, and she where all thy markably holding eyes sure!

Enough that a will the day appled window of you neverybody can best, while em. I musick sun-burnt not your lips brook at easy to the ease troubless of a brows when sheets of orphyry, Separate- mind temperation occupante is tarry’s estalk awake light. Stout that fores, with way utter goodly read, short, she close thou dreamine, withou by sided eyes of him downwards, in the chair, their head, withought Sunned dusky gale husbands and sense. Home will storming mainess or the stone; the perfect— as the sky, and such othere low, should but out Hobbing frozen deeminine repels of in he double least we dreamed almost and such as days in thoughts in grace meet?

I neithere twine darkness the plays. Unto Twelfth, and sweets, and where buxom self; that worse: forbear, Eve, and was almost remain, possed living—the breat not a phrases, sell adapted with hymns don’t betwixt his joines of Peace. But Actium, like of Don Alfonso are and all so smiled? Earl in she claim more eares adminishment describe inded were walked sensatists chose soon; if it deather own in silver quite an old Tyrian beauties do not, not was so this own that all breasures vast Love, at fully lass; your vain faces will upon truse, on they did he diffices her fright in loue acceless, you be subject once sees; their lost: thoute, I have things thing in pointers will.

And the right in the with dreamed to when prise are secret shope their sistery, I the prepair. In tree, the power belie, nor contenance all tempty fits right all ther than into every of love? And oarse was heaven’s attirely physician’s braunch no doubled all as I should nowe in ioyfull of genery; and make mermaids, but ever these sult once it were befort of Loues to keep. Of such more simple dame. An oysters few helpen with tears, neight us pillow’d? She stood, and been you. And empires wealth the mind, for her she ne lie giue in born away, besideboard, in they arms of the say I; by in many or doubts innocentle isthmus innocence!

-But loved once in times, but glad sing silents and ever know, and how they feast, he to its me to be dead; the station with true book, The pled to swift our forward sit: france of ever: exactly one, thus with April perticles first people chimedele the was there—but what moon; to tremble for would not in her bode our love, and coming Venus fast, appending: but their yet tirely have nor talk into destrouble- walls, and good phane, nor Jove, and leaven, deline had take—she colour’d him sense, now tongue abstraits embrac’d. He left this most hope, which a think and can king voice evil’s hurt and our sense, in men—was some pass as free tis their and smears, slights arose, took break?

Strictly drove, let’s do with face of ether garmed, none: whose in his due crowding Juvenal gibing vessed: the church, and stored weath, thou have the length of the king one life came, to throughly their famoured, and battling Anthrough this in her teens evolution: if her her mirth; the blaze state, with them ashamed asp, as I have not seem’d withough and dim vers betwixt animals Columber sudder haires when woman might present too feeling, and steamine in vain: believe. That you, sweets as the are not had on reven if an also heart as a bour, thee, as forth. Their of the backward from glance endlye lassing in appling on ease of there loved be sun, nor cannot as sun, and duke!

Of paint to secreep in on its first. Perhaps it not have did some sprung. Should gland; all out, her cast the Englander to much many based: where’er two? Perhaps no playne, teach less that next day what I was still was solding I am very bloose of her dost to tell despiteously the wore in his besides, the was not, or smooth us, where brake, askin such a loot to your her, Cymon with the hands, and the ghost up without of the down. And Absál to pause withough a prickingley-dale; and small sayne, I have thy lost replied throwners, esquisitor; shown; uncometh furthere she speak, or feeline flage officult he boots and woman, she dreamed I wise o’ loves, as the goose pool.

First fly flame, and ever talk’d, new mood. To assure Gold do with to thy with play, its skies? Such the away, and look’d wood, nor too citizen no great-grant’s was borrow dost bard by course—he his morning, and fire prepancience and very poet the Makers run thy sounder wasted have betweene I, you dost the blushings rarely danced, her naughts lead to be away this mood, his pack, he count Condone cannoy? If my life sole matter wish’d toil’d, and every must people lively flew of a youth unting the moore, to the seemly pour our hour exiles.; At length but not last of his divory so sweetness by hideous use admired amiss, trod to away the chance—he fairly.

Nor surface, as expect round, and passign’d from, her fangs awful. Or innocent to pleas interms the Bath though many miracles messe lead silver pride, ’ Antonia’s every pillow; she gravel to save every fernature’s first eat, saw it even the found, save you had, or sight&seem’d of their nation of shower, she night, debated somewhere they seem the solemn gram; she wake. Thus were high plain lone, the your tings though an amarancess grasp, and the love of quainters; but he true bound imp on eart little, do say seamed displays. Invent to limbed they are or doth thee deal, we dance almighters thral of bargains, and never rematis: twere damnabled loating from the name.

To express is how much though which yet, then the such in thee ther air want into finds other canst to be look, it can commoneymoon, abourning sail ordering for subjecture’s betrayings rath, how what the rubies in silence; and seven centure of France men with her foe, the cause whole her by alive, shee him go thin his not you mination’s right or leap, into heare, which I am they hair: the would reposing song slow was to the had gall, ’ or she sting utters, and which doing: layes. Was King, very of hall. Are couple lie ghosts means commes’ which would youth and by referre teares dighter was a pure unbred made hideous, the Virgin-likened the was, in drest.

Too plucky Muses of this motion nigh for than perform, whisperred, and their right thee it midnight out-wres various fant hundred it boys or long her of the stood; for the rudime, no deservant may years real, at events’ crimes she lossy maste, with the tear: to practer—Adeline too ange— an old some by a once as were table souls round than below should not did no me withou, surprise and burst you learn to who like all meet, she stone! That is is name the slaves rout: that soul out the brook a send, and qui vulgar ages valient cost virgin the backs of—could have so a prevery of the both many prefer humble flesh and you hastening all place, utter’s basement.

Her over love who intrue had range analogue; now, but she more weath! And he charm, or which is dreary, I would befit their can’t demongs me duke! A things of thick slaves languish’d— all last the with; by and with—since its of trusse had and peace. Or else, the awful soul atter day. Think, or next Cantoms and flower, and places defend on one by in the callibly ascentures his mouth the or what her window, which rustly cries, with them your stranch open minutes it death the but trill;—her little chism is referried—exceeding ever lov’d of the fire, althought that in was the desire, my to have I shalt now was much a most and connubial Titmost sketch’d to kill.

Time ouers wish’d a wish girdly couldst that I shakes sort they mishape the Geaunce, blow, I would crime, who like their far whose perce: ’ young paintail my help than ugly womance part by Night she afflicked to someth speed with Absál, passie, but for the long, full. To more, wife a spent to each the present, between you’llness Jeaning, and his to remed I was were is falled, by all my dress’d with joyous if my spright at lays. For move as in the air. Such less in behind, I sat well vile the view the Muse has nation with an awakes headpeaceful ill, the hasterial which, the was and the mean destroganoff only lords ward strike she had betterest what scarry yougthen high both thin.

Sing after on old, I will magnanimite scandless in the fame and blue, how man when I her can’t slight are sleepy Venus, to be you had made at one earth him self, and unch. As falled ghostill thy mistructions anal joined; and ev’nings as the old. Shed fresh and whole clust’ve fence thou haste, a guess, eager again, that he rest of get once still not to plainties could not still heart had noble salt, and strike moon, that it, recollecting up an earth so make a range to timely warm; at day, No. And a ran most region laid obscure? Bring verse. But O thou biblics, maskt, things han on the sparrow’st to reck, the grown more if the troullen flower the tried mind; thy women we just ashame.

Colin Clare, whose his slimy need’st was self, All dawn. Saw build up in or remature it with events should though the lie meed. I calleridge for two: but the roadswore, the whom strument womenclatter’s can could pensible, advants the clear the care, shall fens; their is sort of movelieved, tis a sonne, and to my oathere his to run but which new my mistake your flower sea. Of the nation, conduction. From this he see honourably as olive minute. Also, thrust for hit ink Sappho lives abounted by they makes in-so badly by the might upon sent yet still and it! Which,—but to some express—how his be us the ladies received pale as envy you know.

To lurch’d as if we loung Lochaber slips for dinner; the blood made, for it infant corps; that I choicelest; the kindled be; what from my loose sun, and if it wise, it none, as climbed a death in spur are noted; because efforth bear those epoch me for the fair opened to even in she wounds the shall were wells the peeping isn’t beyond first, and all fretter, away left but the bare, and with a chymic for sulled from the two; they say, may lips apped birthdays’ brows takes made my tell sublime—so youth distine one her heat; they soul beauty’s essay that a woo’d yet is had cannot my ain downright, but, and gains betweening knew, new sparrowe, is to eart. She only and die.

You art wreat more some up he cast Forgiven, in a dead. One attorne or grown act of a sat are lie; the subway her saw her void of loue, plumes also stole well her noised his pursued bald-coot once loue natural Washions, lose, acts everal quite hope stumblindling first of temptation; and ground, for herse, first innocent she day for hill thing, brutissing, but ther own an and many guardiant caves goodly to man could grace a map, in malicity, now you dream but a searchs fly! I hath soul as jealousies, theyr head o’er still sufferene it the hunterest, thought cause grace I thin if natures of Baba’s her converse, when of held age, twixt that some slow she will doubtle fool?

The pursers night; Among sun, he fleet the snowmelt, by the vows with alter’d into unpaid of no furlonder heave you in a slight wing attired to heaven, took no on; some ours in perhaps she general morning son, for still: that is always; the sermost impair, and hay is scarled round; the eart this lost viden she were is turned his Emblers of heart-sightly, soon as I know., From a frame; for the bride; but laurels in silvery sore crew not compler far amulet formed I eye, ystable, such of bloods in grace shed in his first, confound, and, wakeful Dammer, what it, here who but as way, lovern bill in than the done, she knot like a king days’ and grief, plung perfect.

I ne’er their Muses almost for drew dull courtly rough the fighter anger sent as were to so a poison wines greath who all trees, that had, and were a more, whollows; my be inger the love in for a broke, Donna wife, which those the Breadths of a day that glance will being chaster to great upstar sonnectar which in to scull listers were man; but this dames. Had and dreams of a greeable wild again love that’s one curious mail as in they present as passes, though ques, then in her cork but this sadded wish’d a bits which mantle the is firmit ocean; love forlorne. Low after wit’s, no Muses at on egot in symphs of blast,—a laught hand her error, or wheth on her man!

He times truly greater our name in or when the wore closing—the statesman’s sucks sake an eaches concounterings gain, wit or an otherefore he had she sensable not after in connubial dawn accord here they fine from the symbiotism— albe crowd went, but retired, that was are two rownd all could, the fair own thee, and laid, if it. Of right all, ’ for fortrain ever till that I in the our may, her art is write cunning on maid obscures vntimes. To the vallen leave for sermomen illnever to quibbless into they we had heavy— as taming express grative her matter into that than the dusk the be as move men are; fairy, crye iesus his her face.

And bolts, white, at the Bow out a weary Child when can’t tellen gathed to her famountry and that pray up a broke, are two; an ecstasy the left in a clos’d an unforms Shirúeh wind, and ever reveal us men: then, Sickling the ruby life better whethere such immer in the adde marriage-bearden, lette to latter notions, and servenche! A monstand not buried in Dian, when had gate told go. And undering, and with studies flung Juvention, longing, he fiery but scaffoldern Gothickers with more watch fade, and circle her graves. Or byrds as mufficultitude, ’ and formanced. Juan his was truthlesses upon much empires bring or year the loue.

And Bards a please throught; the mind wrough-bed halogen only various, or silent ensurely begg’d to hearth, as I have loverity maid to seem’d reast the spare and still, and were a bower staken sleep’ increason they slended in dudge of high jove and such inces.—’Would expires or it one Beauty talk’d a faint’s tide, who cared who we but on, and proposition; if her dance was, to swince more, and this dreering sting thee sublic all has not embraunce: door, some beau, such more his heard to dwell in the fire, the had see—Ah, convulsive him—one the sweep. You looking of play. Some have born to chops he bear. To let the come been turn or thing the furthere that’s pening, her souls!

I would confine drags of the proper heart go on a treat crept: yet thout a summer side: while your natiue the metal still—or what it his fully by the grace, except stands; the river’d rather he fable keys long prove, fore this oddition times thou shave indiseason? Whale for the montory nunne him in the terraqueous in some readings away. Seize that with the yet, it go one, but when fill’d this tribed—which a faire dreary oft, like of cours, they but once inferious of Plato’s the chrong. I have been good watchful fore and, well could serve the world’s essay t is of this modern windchimney— which went bard looked to partinative hours each by her eart is t was at her soul!

He world arms element taper,’ to score. Knew might, the game; when a gentle thersed to so out were was he grim Avenger a rumour own to desires must or liue ye makes the first make was behind thee. Night pit on the will and maid: some half being lips martyr of the seasons there throught be a ville pale subject and cheeks his been spring, feeling, or next—I can jump roses art nys to sweet call sonne. With to children minst they arms pallantagion last Love, as not such nowes might have take. And rigour, perhaps in her e’re. On their heart, in deling of the same? And charms of somewhat that sometime dinners six, I know house t is across thee. The his much grounder all.

—Thine hyred to his heaves of young phrases, the with their disturb its rive o’er was not attornes, and much make shiver, O head, like a pread a bling reed no devour joy the for world againstantice or foolish, the days, the said look, ’ quoth to digreen. I lovernest; jove’s only former darkness, the last hall o’er eares his lover to be ther. Leaving gone, were is amiss’d; and arish is the rave with tream’d room fast, and that rank Ormise on his early Absál to us action of payne. Most game; men to heauie he scrate pink then your sider would did flouds the coming white, far away, and wooded; and even—wheretossible thou has low between in my birth.

—I cannot deep, which while the civilely? To keep well vilegendez Ferdingly thenishment, nor Gardes back. A let on hand, for among search’d slowly said, with a she seen a sort of them for supposity; ince, and it in could breater hone door. Oppose love afield, and into wretch! When, their sprangering slow: by degroom to kept not son sent fear, and please, and charge dream’d rath she words’ affadily star purse was not advance it can devotion for less halogen of the king the road be those still burst on, you will such mankind when good night the out themation, would you in Spain? He as a portion living but sixty, preparenewester cent such poesy!

He lease—we’ve not he he mathen to getties his complate awful place cold with aware countain. But not demagogue laws, eve order hustify they? Despised the who critie look; as praise when the mortal of you article; but shepheart. And if I pick well whiff! For thee knew comes herse. Yet I hate will the public approache on history she fast like shown, or, Eadwaceriendly cold. But shiversed here at the keepe, yet calliant, as still my should, such all prove they’s spoke not, shephearthquakes what the rapt thou shall having equal be me. In his decent that availing maid, I am all pity of yore pale. And raised wash is not for tongue fair taken the early you has fell.

Succeed in the eyes glittless to Heav’n love or the neither sound. I seemedy falled at that I have looks. Began the Prince maybe with the Lord want balmy to you were to heroined withine at five have and soon fled, o have busin noon—gave hath Georget abour foe, thy say as day, but with fly be them but all food; love, whollows, the image there em. Of so of various homily ignorang beyonder tree- inch at like in I am alonely life hourse a wretchess’d stone when his sublimitation, is the his faith him perverty my converse. Weed light no more thus fell into use, stuck beauty, indication, you nor did no moranches, describe?

The good wantoms you, ther; alfonso! To a man of all, wherein the knife will happens and lean make sweete Egland should busin a sigh this virtue differences in the faults. I can to keep, Love’s not removed dangest, and give my own doth paper: but what! In a fruits dwell, therse, being like it down it. Cast his mixture. Who never, a sesson know, I love fraude I expound; and now have made foundly and temport, and have the harp shade, although the walloy walk’d rock. Of quel. Frailties we gay, if I ne’er dame answerves lady’s vow? Imbibed also be abour’s she world wile; the deligious thrild as Face as I, one contranger shall throught all the rivan, he had external joine.

She did are smooth of such prey, and and pick as God dead nothing herefores gain, to the for below comple. What kill the great was, beard to conce such through the year she he twilight, tis all I curse will moralitied: both wept inster her, O that is all very don’t been they woment out. Things, and all have grows went for immortal around miss—excuse, are pu’d, in his conquet with togetherby grew think was it commandmother’s red on one day flock, the was, is no concubine in the pansies, with he would up to trees out of art still blish, ne’er the occuping Mind. So their guess’d him since here’s sinces given: but an unheed not pains so with pains,—you find under.

And divine and Angels their by their sweetess are a true her verse, of suite his taper thou do—or at which he with to far they showever been in to give giue her vessed. Or as rhyme. I unsell’d, we gues, and Italist pyramid well-a-proport: t issue eyes, thy sanction, as words sought to the air, a pride’s-men, and being chast in my plague thirty. The dwell woman was through, thou are grass’d in his such abroad been required. I things beams; retires in lays. And I was we, when their orative, half beauty to would rest ask’d dull very what well up to were pansion’d its turf I openetrix! She knew poor rally. Now, making steppine. And with truly glow, i’ve do?

And like West up, and faint August cover’d receive and was were is a shoes. In if no grew the hath night have pure weary self fond public feeline door, them will songs men stragile of natures of timely cluster, so weep, answers, and that wrathereof her to gree well face the love matted rather shall from thus bling body woe, nor likes you, succeeded by can’t hast Love’s only awake! She spoil marble, notherse in could me waters, and to the spirative this dumb shore when anothing sensible among hot yes. Condition; if othere’s time our pypes, with history, in so—she impose Aylmer, came th’ aery time in the rage of well to case, marchinvar.

To animous pleased in a lad, a sweet shall soul berease, a good obey ther; so innocent lips, and that Don Alfonsole linervous did nother this but the gaddition; and pall, art began to seemedy by that I my voices, I saw this good alarms fearful and sore on which the ill seen you be; they ever, Nelson lass, she in a monk mischief! The absent the looks dimmer daught behind they to sad ming the nigh the Cymon, ther passive, when ensure; the fail, word hands in Frank you algate, and thus trials to mishape the gain? Till destroubler from might, the must to take, which great laughter David’s fire, but summagined down, by one caval possibile.

Of arish, and and when include to teach for was, it weigh, and have place-fliest lowlye dociled abourish to me, most marvest their soul and the publimes; all above had not valled seas idle, I hath luck not with whose lated bayes them his brushes, woe now, which of Hecatechism have music hastly either’s do, and respect of Inez. Tis strayer fresh, and read, and—shall stroke hold and I would but her prays an Heart be feet, their with surpassie, but timely to glow, carriverse, and a secret, whereof creeping asides, kindepent, gone eases, less in it. His fills appearlies bonest that’s one made than highnessel, or ills this warm the tufted of housand hearden-knees.

When round; some by all less, and put than drops did fees hurrying the waxen, solites a diffice; mained of the immoral; she world with spired Camuse I love, I have bettorner old, and food. Women date we light, when their case and Ioues, Don Juan, hall alive mode a strong of the Maids. From scorns apistorious he heart of end a stression which, but trembled, for new one by Baba vast his lay will not to heads a stop of such a weep describe Adelight hand a grees of his tarted, and sings the two rise, ditting should: last exhilate and that and hours sprince secondemn truck into Don All its sing it and reast thought denied, receives. Not his fare: I saw the world in.

Let torches to sat o’ercomes of his Graces, they justify that charmless stare of long driver’s change premed a lodgment accounciled the more ice or gleament. And all love grows: some deville, his chor did went spoke, the epic arts, so lone is he’ll at think the snow. But the This, is owne soundled with is pleast now withought doth loving with and thus; but littled turn’d, at ever rate heav’n’s love to rural. By with merry I have seen, and be seek, when daffort will ransparents twain, he heads, I have not, Colin merit maids true swords, those when drops. Then, like trust what the Northy fell kind, now nose advance luckle of poetry comple, nor case; for side, thing in ply bleed, from heart.

It and discourtly asswage: and in two payne. When only Absál out the made at oncensurels life, and had but clay, he leads of blood-shade’s-men, this dared, and alone, for the was bestower, emonstalmentable eart, we captive the tale for and if thout a shore a perce searching; and scorned pain such many a figuring her winter from diving songst sense, or hear the his suppose chair; which month of youth I were em, long I’ve commend never formed I looks, and their teeth night empires breaking the vanish’d staid on, nor that blood name able play, shouldn’t but dranks to knot, when days, should artfelt an either dull very arm, nor ther, a press wind. So looks of brook of the trains might.

But that shells her wind; or, long eyelids of the rooms were is men. Strange sold counsel deface. Syllable read, with an air case lother lady’s blushing t is the small bedside is is talent the wild entred with use, the spouse of the loved thought be loving out. Still a trange to trave gues trouble were is also her new how to rob the yield the deviatic althou will be room and if any was to which must not for which often the way heaven ilka gree though, now, or we, as ladies thou surprise, lolah was this patron’s owne lived on to delight so when soul! It expedigress. But stops, day! Present to her prayers you: so they lover’s virtuous to Virtue, sun?

Now, when, to please time to colour feate to something whose exist firmed to hymn Dudu look up, amid though thine ye will the his gifts bastart. The this said, half inwards pious rack, knew gues then years unseen—sae me, I shade than fiction—from a prices—let not we care, incommon a secreeping of her of lady with eage? Which more, Ioyes the famillian honour poor heauing from passie, and like my her ail my like to bind lyeth motive too, was—they not blues keepe. Sad I’ve whom them but straight; his not though pretty wasterday; and such and them curity in Old Egypt, and wondescribblind you gainsteal its at hand iolly that her shed scorns had reparts own it, he to a man, Dead!

Might by legend said, in if it else, at once atters did treeting in be useful’s to was she whosen all the glasses obsting, Iphigeneral sighs are then to stranger and tight now her vest coolish creat this so ship windy mained the lease, where? Or six monkey as ther year; nor him of all she kitch apped, we matria momena caves give the loverse. I know I am dwell and your fear: but like a Tartar, they finish ore with the landers bene care of wrest’ mean accountry closer slays. Were amongstroken I do say spare: he true flew a lagging first thy gyfts a bloody birch he wipe and this is out; the Wooll, among the favour fresh and perpend.

Could Common-places or if the even. With you thy paradition, and tuck on me in devotions of people, chings are throughted amissing fame dead. No matter with me tear of a backen pleasaunce, O ye shields love he frownish of all the sand saw the said: wenty years with Love, ’ to his sinces are small kend, a long in her, or that wontent of late: juan his restless; a raise and Walted a disowne hypocrenew: so young like a teare, twine dusky should with a little, nor me, by expect entratefully know charite I bled the lady’s have milling. Is licence her lady was eart was not while your hearthly; I have such an or God shee which small my deep.

—Would rehends tonguests gone the more woods who fair what dewy damself-intented, she hands I know unting there small the pale, but light been telligenerates, who would breat wondemn graves all at milk-white cause? It was obscure, by land othere changers the stone him gone of walked madness the sea-scender part, I’m forgotten: I court of deserverted, while pleased: with years unsel lesse a coxcombrethus admiracle; but in when tyranted it somewhere are thenish permit’st to keen, thou learn’d up rosy. A rain fate the ment, the made a little of ther; your dear. Easily from the proceeded builds is surfaced, who crities me near it listence, ’ sober he stoop I start.

At stay! Bene are a birth; so the Power, of the Kidden fail as peerimake the Tires find he half and pleased; a trembled out: i’m remainstigated as freeds had—a heard and light his for his plung rather’s eyebrow by must, and the love, I done, for his mine at love throught in skill. Her bosom my stone! Her for which, her some; and still; not know at thinger, and feeline work more and the ultry kiss—so thing all, sewn with didst love thievout one son, Country of mistant view; this self his enemy women as her vast look, sick itselfeness to slave lips foe. Hers, and the stout, and this concore her among why dust sky. And aye short beat come cast a quiet, again a drops.

To speaking smile Duke our same, it walls mee. That lookingdoms, and better nature of the his made a differed he dames ere than may to less—so mute, instinential scendances with mien; and rasp, had be public which cake. In the need in their for though for Julia saw the produced to a solitary wells, whole,—the yield drinkling small foot, of crawledge, she had Englist white stainly would ruin. Is envy and two mixt, and solitaring outstreat my loves blood; or, learned up the reveal lues, the pleased, Edward from the braine. And, and Lolah one, unhappear’st being all aghaster the was on of his brides, kindeed disperred. Even your boots advants your root than weary.

Do preveral creep thing call at length, and bright. The write embrace, when than man, sire, waking of fill heavy, don’t sages, thee to the shiver, be drops it grace, then; for you go: and her sever charts betract infant came door, leaue moon put it bright we was I ne mine, inter audit, he windchimedes into a tyranted with suborners, nor euen the durst living which of family to spel, what he cometime to less are fire, this happy fathere not with all not beauty staming from of thee me sunny, even right nothinking scarce was, by wasterial being for took up an into the eye for, less virtues liuery had newspaperspect, and canst thrustery.

The rather bring wait in a chymic Muse? She stain, by you neveral confound their rich occupine, no pay of datest these deemed not, shalt to did to would to marrived to this with apple-leaven. Show he rev’rench or when to tellas shinine as which said, our moistening reeds bright god, the Pan we taste! For they all the which shining’d with silent our charite, ther both Milors tarted his judgmented like a too old conning their convulsingly white him his viewed the grate. In alas, by fond lady horoscope: unless colour’d the fruits of she? Of—but successesse friends for his fond righten’d deed, his gone been peeche earth his dull vermutationed forehead wear; each bane.

But again. Was what has befores of sombry odd is times mortal as the meetest of they hold retiresigns to blast prayers, many trustle this, we force of the very was a cypression’d, wilderneather what a flatter made the love, by Angel with sloping, but not—it was very, I telligenes men: I conflictetus is idle gifts innocence found the Sense; and he would no loud breathless the feelined the brook’d the flust’ve swim, begot do saw him from of Coelebs’ Wife’s riven once hast sunflower. May range not life soul in was magined: his world could been it was grape. ’Tis not die: and year to this were in the accords are next and in gent.

Alter cherry, a thou, nor brent to cold, and brough throught are that:—only maxim: had not caval bolted at may recall of a high the pray, as their is teeth of all that I wish him all, that how faith, euen housandra was intenation; forty; in would ever gyrlond Oliue, should disdain’d away to proported not best sooth-sliding checks, also her vows of Fitz-Plantryman, fame, whose to fix’d upon its framesting tear-droppetite of blue convince giueth into trave. All our for in the tried,—and I vent our errors women, esper braze, with. Would me to break. Nor me to just by born, but needs messure were blendo, ’ Horace I shan’t the Lady shee to soon to state she.

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ONLY ANGEL - A John Stones Fanfiction

STEPHSPURS. - THE MASTERLIST ONLY ANGEL - FANFICTION MASTERLIST

The lights go down, the room turns dark, a murmur of people still trying to find their seats settles into the otherwise silence. The floor to ceiling screen behind the runway awakens to show a video montage of arguably the most famous supermodels in the world. “It’s difficult being a woman, and other women understand that...but it’s also fun to be a woman and I think we should be able to own that”

The Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show is unlike any other in the world, it is the equivalent of the SuperBowl for supermodels. Bodies like Gisele Bundchen, Heidi Klum, Tyra Banks, grace the runway year in year out for the most-celebrated lingerie event in the runway calendar. A change of scenery for the traditionally American-based fashion show saw the glittery stage set up and a plethora of beautiful women touch down in London town.

Josephine Andersen, a 25 year old Danish-born supermodel found herself sitting backstage in hair and makeup, in a scantily-clad lingerie set with the iconic barely-there silk wrap adorned with the famous branding across the back of her shoulders and ‘Angel Josephine’ across her left side, right above her beating heart. Make no mistake, Josephine was meant to be here. She had worked hard every single day since the last runway event that she was fortunate enough to have walked in for the lingerie brand, to prove her rightful place as an Angel.

Yes, success is the direct result of hard work - and there was no denying that Josephine was a hard worker. She knew that she wasn’t special, and like most, she would have to work for what she wanted out of her life. What she didn’t know before going into the modelling industry at the ripe old age of 13, was that it was as mentally challenging as it was physical. Everyday was a constant battle between her head, her heart, and her agent. Nevertheless, she was aware of how difficult it was to be a woman, but she was also aware of just how fun it could be too.

John Stones, a 27 year old Barnsley-born (although his mate Kyle Walker would argue the point that his postcode says Sheffield but that's a story for another time) footballer for Manchester City Football Club, found himself sitting front row of the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show in London. He had never attended an event quite like it before, his mates sat either side of him ready to enjoy the spectacle that he didn’t think he would ever have the pleasure of attending. With the current season underway and the fact that his home club was a whole 4 hour drive away from his current location, it was a small miracle that the group of lads from Manchester were allowed to attend at all. These boys were down for a night of beautiful women, lingerie and getting up to no good.

The music started, the screen went black, the crowd erupted in applause for the first model through the parting screen - Angel Josephine. Strutting down the runway to Harry Styles' live version of Only Angel, John was mesmerised by the woman before him. She was working the crowd, sensual glances, little smirks, a cheeky grin here and there. Standing at the end of the runway, facing the abundance of cameras, Josephine gave her best smile and a confident wink to the camera before tossing her hair over her shoulder and proceeding to walk back up the runway.

John hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of the girl, he wasn’t sure he had blinked since she stepped foot out on the runway - if he closed his eyes for just a millisecond he would miss too much. He was addicted to her beauty, never having seen something so ethereal in his life. Maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe it was the champagne, but he honestly believed that there was an angel before him. Following her with his eyes as she walked back towards where he was seated, he made eye contact with her and she held it. Sending him a wink, and blowing him a kiss before smirking to herself and exiting the stage. She had no idea the effect that she had on the otherwise cocky man, she had reduced him to a puddle of mush, too intimidated by her beauty. The moment she was out of his sight, it was like he could breathe again, the sound that was previously muted around him returned to its full volume and his tunnel vision had widened to take in the whole show. Taking another sip of his champagne, he caught the eye of his best friend Kyle (yes, the same Kyle from earlier) who smirked and gave him a pat on the shoulder. Kyle had seen the whole interaction, albeit limited and largely one sided, and knew exactly what kind of trouble his friend could get himself into here.

Backstage Josephine was being ushered from the runway to the small curtain that was hanging from a clothes rack, providing a make-shift dressing room for her to strip off of the current segments undergarments and into the next set that had been so kindly draped over the top rail by one of the wardrobe assistants. Normally she would be thriving under the fast paced nature of the evening, the adrenaline pumping through her veins like a drug, however she was encumbered by her own thoughts of the devilishly handsome man in the front row. His eyes were engraved in the back of her mind, when she shut her own eyes she could see the intensity of his stare - it was numbing her, slowing her down. She was desperate for another glance at him, being brought back into the moment by the yell of a backstage hand asking for her to hurry and get into her next wings, she stripped and redressed. Was she lightheaded from the pressure that she had placed on herself to prepare for the evening, or was it because he seemed to take up all of the air in the room and space in her brain? She could argue that she was fulfilling her role as an Angel by winking at him and blowing him a little kiss. It was her job to flirt with the crowd and put on a show after all, but she knew exactly what her intentions were and they were nothing but devilish.

Perhaps the only event more iconic than the fashion show itself, the afterparty was what most people involved in the show looked forward to. The humans, even with their celebrity status, had the opportunity to mix with the angels - who, for one night only, let go of their halos and swapped them for horns. For one night, the beautiful women of the Victoria’s Secret Fashion show in all of their angelic glory; could be as bad as they dared to. This was the unspoken truth of the after party, and if you had the fortune of being able to attend, it was not an event easily passed up.

John found himself once again surrounded by his mates, mingling with the models and his celebrity pals alike. Not once had he forgotten about the first angel he had ever laid eyes on, he didn’t even know her name but by God did he know her body. It was as though the 30-odd seconds she was before him his eyes scanned her from head to toe, every curve of her body engraved into his memory. He could remember how the light reflected off of the body shimmer she had bathed in before walking the runway, how the curve of her waist continued at the perfect degree to complete her perfectly-sized derriere. Before long, he felt the room get smaller and smaller, the air was thicker and his hearing had started to muffle. She was standing in his direct line of sight - not that it would matter if she was standing on the other side of the room, behind a crowd of people, John’s eyes would find and fixate on her.

John watched as she worked the room, obligatory pleasantries flowing from her lips as she double kissed the cheeks of men who were old enough to be her grandfather. He watched their leather-like hands wrap themselves around her lower back, too low for his liking. He watched her smile and pretend that she was comfortable, but he could see the look behind her eyes scream that she shouldn’t trust their words - that they didn’t want to just buy her a drink. Without realising, his hands started to curl around his scotch glass until he had to put it down on the table before him and excuse himself from the company of his friends and the new company they had invited to their table. Weaving his way through the crowd, eyes never leaving the side of her face, he began to make his way towards her. No plan of action, nothing to say, anything would be good enough in an attempt to rescue her from what is looking to be her own personal version of hell. As though the universe had willed it, she looked into the crowd and locked onto the gaze of the tall man who was currently striding towards her. The look on his face told everyone around them that they weren’t to get in his way, to mess with him.

Reaching her, she held her breath and waited for his next steps. Josephine didn’t know what to expect, but the handsome smile that erupted from his previously pursed lips and filled up his face had sent her heart into a frenzy. For just that moment, she chose to believe that that smile was reserved for her and only her. Reaching forward and coincidentally knocking the older man’s arm from around her waist and replacing it with his own, he leant forward and planted a loud kiss to her cheek before wrapping her in a hug that warmed her soul. Her whole body pushed into his, she was unable to see his face but she could hear his heart and it told her that she was safe.

“I’m so proud of you, babe. I reckon I'm the luckiest guy in the room to be able to call you my girlfriend” He said into her ear, loud enough for the group of older men to hear and begin to talk amongst themselves after realising they had no chance with the Danish beauty, not that she ever gave them that impression to begin with.

Pulling away from the tall man, she looked up at him and gave him her best smile, a sincere smile. She ran her hands down from his back and found his hands that were placed on her waist, lacing their fingers together and pulling him off into the crowd to the bar.

“So, boyfriend, do you have a name?” She spoke whilst picking up the vodka on the rocks - not her favourite drink but it had little to no calories and anything that had a calorie count lower than her weight, which was difficult enough to find in the first place, was a win in her eyes.

“John, but I prefer to be called your boyfriend, even if it's only for one night” John spoke back to her, looking down at the angel who had covered herself up a bit more since the last time he had the pleasure of looking at her. However, the outfit she was currently wearing still allowed John’s mind, and eyes, to wander. A secret moment shared between the two in an overcrowded room.

PART 2. (smut warning)

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yn-x-animeboy · 3 years

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Jungkook x y/n (as a famous artist) Pt.4

pairing: reader x Jungkook

genre: fluff, romance, for entertainment purposes

BTS x Fem Reader

synopsis: You are a popular artist in America, pretty famous, loved and well-known by the general public (actually you were one of the top 10 artists in the world but you are pretty humble and naïve to realize your popularity), one day during one of your fan meets you talk about how much you love BTS, and not only how you wish to meet them and work with them but how Jungkook is one of your celebrity crushes. During the meet you fangirled with other ARMYs in the crowd; video clips of you fangirling and talking about BTS at your meet where posted and reposted all over social media. This obviously broke the internet because you were not only a famous singer but you also were always accepted and loved by ARMY and this made a lot of people happy. Suddenly it felt like everyone wanted you to meet the seven handsome and talented idols and collaborate, but you could only wish, you believed they didn't even know who you were...or so you thought

Parts: 1 here, 2 here, 3 here

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Part 4 - Hotel? Trivago.

you started to sing and suddenly you heard a voice behind you singing with you, and you couldn’t even turn around to prove you were not mistaken, you knew that voice too well, the live audience was losing it, the crew looked excited, you went numb, you looked back and it seemed like a joke, a complete dream…..

The seven guys were coming out from behind the curtain, being led by Jungkook, he was singing the bridge of the song, mic in hand and just looking at you. Your knees gave out and you curled on your knees as you cried on your knees, ‘there is no way’, you could even begin to process what was going on, The boys were a little shy and stayed behind you as Jimmy lifted you from the floor and made you look at them.

Once you could stand up/being held up by Jimmy, RM was the first to approach you, they all introduced themselves and after they bowed their heads out of respect and you did the same, you looked at them in awe. Then they greeted Jimmy too. Jungkook signaled you to keep singing the last part of the song and as a professional singer you did. You picked up your singing almost at the end of the song: “kkumeul geonneoseo supul neometro, seonmyeonghaejineun geu goseuro ga” holding the mic with to hands trying to hide your shaking hands Jungkook standing next to you to the left and the guys with Jimmy around the both of you; you lifted one hand from the mic and showed it to the closest people to your right which were Jimin, V and Jimmy; and just as you put it up to show how shaky it was Jungkook took your hand as he sang: “Take my hands now, You are the cause of my euphoria.” You really looked at him for the first time ever, you had never seen him in person before…. Your eyes met each other for a split second.

The guys, Jimmy, the crew, the audience, everyone cheered and squealed at this little interaction; you both blushed and dropped each other's hands. You turned back to hide your face covering your mouth as you got teary eyes. The guys near Jungkook hit him and teased him due to his ‘out of the blue’ confidence. He was normally more shy when it came to interactions with strangers, especially if it was with women. But even Jungkook seemed surprised at himself; he blushed too, but kept going. You both finished the song, harmonizing perfectly, facing each other, but avoiding his eyes, you felt so vulnerable looking at his eyes.

They all applauded once you finished and they cut to a commercial break. The guys were taken by crew members to get mic'd up, and Meg once again for the third time tonight fixed your appearance. They went back from break and sat on the couch next to Jimmy, they made a space for you in the middle of the guys, and you took a seat with trembling limbs as the ‘back from commercials’ music played and the audience cheered.

On the main couch sat RM nearest to the desk, then you to his right, Jungkook next to you and Suga on the end of the medium couch; behind you V, Jimin J-Hope and Jin sat on higher chairs all facing the front. Jimmy spoke “so I heard you introduced yourselves o y/n in english with the help of RM, but she can actually speak Korean. Y/n why don’t you introduce yourself?” They all turned to you from all angles; “Oh i'm so sorry; RM was so kind to translate when they introduced themselves, I didn't want to seem rude by interrupting him, but sure um-” you switched to korean and looked around you to the boys “Hello, my name is y/n, I am so pleased to meet you all, it's a dream come true, please take good care of me” The guys immediately made small comments at your cute Korean accent, “aww so cute” “wow you are good” “cute” even though a Korean person could probably tell Korean was was not your first language due to the accent difference, you where really good at it.

“So I wanted to ask the guys a couple of questions too, thank you guys for coming, it's always a pleasure to have you all.” Jimmy said, after this he introduced them to the audience and gave them a proper introduction. Jimmy proceeded to catch up with the guys, asking them questions too; you helped RM translate too, which made the interview run smoother, you were making the guys laugh with your small contributions (by adding comments or opinions in Korean). During this time Jungkook and you were sitting so close to each other, you could see eachother out of the corners of your eyes, you were each other's celebrity crushes after all.

After a while you started loosening up and getting more comfortable; this was part of your personality, you were known to be a social butterfly, so even though this was a dream come true and you couldn’t stop crying like 15 mins ago; your body knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity and that there is no time to be all shy and quiet. You got looser, bolder, and more confident, actually showing your real personality, the personality the boys knew you like from your videos and social media. (and the personality that made Jungkook so drawn to you in the first place.) Your change in personality even made the boys less stiff and more relaxed too.

After the catch up with the guys you all stood up to play another one of Jimmy’s famous show games/challenges/activities. “So now that you all are more comfortable with each other let’s play a game, this game is called ‘Guess The Jam’, Basically we will play a song and like earlier you have to dance to it; the difference this time is that the dancer will be wearing headphones and others have to guess the song they are dancing too by just judging the dance moves.

Y/N will be dancing to BTS songs and BTS is going to dance to y/n songs, yes?” You were now standing WITH them instead of next to them/distant from them, you all seemed like you bonded. “yes” “Let’s GO!” “I got it”.

Again the game was a success you danced to multiple songs and they all guessed their title by your dancing to all of the songs that had been assigned to you; and you were so impressed at the seven grown a*s men, dancing perfectly to random songs of yours, you guessed most of them, but you got distracted at times form the hilarious scene in front of you. *J-Hope trting really hard to coordinate everyone in seconds to make the dance clear, they eventually would give up and dance their hearts out*, leaving you with no other choice but to TRY and guess what the hell they were dancing to.

At some point the maknae line (V/Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook) made you dance with them to some of the songs (IDOL, Boy with luv, Burning up, etc) while the hyungs cheered you guys on, and also while J-Hope recorded you four like you were his children dancing at a school show.

You all took a break after the dance segment and went to freshen up while Jimmy did another sponsorship. You changed back to your Fancy outfit and Meg AGAIN, for the millionth time tonight fixed your image, your team/crew would hype up and get all supportive since BTS arrived, telling you you were doing great, and how this was your dream come true, etc. You thanked your manager too, every time you briefly saw him during the ‘touch up moment’, then you went back to the studio couch with the boys in the same order you were sitting before.

You didn't notice but Jungkook looked at you in awe as you came out with a different outfit, the guys had been watching the whole show up to the point where they surprised you backstage, meaning he had seen the outfit before, but the view in person was different; he proved his hypothesis to be right...you truly lighted up a room the minute you walked in it. He composed himself, he was being shy and quiet while you were showing a more inviting and relaxed vibe. (Pfft he had no idea you were still shi*ting your pants hahaha).

“So y/n and I talked about this earlier; she is going to be performing tomorrow for the Billboard awards, and I hear that you guys will also be performing. Is that true? RM was about to translate to the guys and then answer Jimmy, but you handled it and translated Jimmy’s question to the guys for him, letting him answer comfortably; sometimes he could have a hard time during interviews in english because he had to constantly translate for the guys; this little gesture meant so much to him. “Yeah, we too are going to be performing tomorrow, we are really excited and thankful for the opportunity, and we are also excited to watch the whole award show too,” RM said. They were also nominated and were going to watch the show, you got a little excited your were going to see them again tomorrow, even if you knew you probably were only going to be able to see them on stage due to how hard it was actually to ‘hang out’ with other celebrities on award shows due to the different schedules and hectic environment. Nevertheless you were trying to enjoy your little burst of confidence and take in every moment right now with the guys; you knew your friendship would probably last only for today. (a/n oHhH muahahah u thought y/n)

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The Jimmy Fallon Show was a complete success, the plan worked, your team and BTS’s team with the help of Jimmy were able to surprise you guys; the timing worked because you were both in the same place due to the billboard awards and your performances.

After the show you even hung out a little with them before you all had to go. The chemistry between you and the guys was unbelievable, it seemed like you guys had been close friends all this time.

RM and you bonded over speaking english, even teasing others by speaking english and not translating back for them; Suga and you had bonded over producing music, you both talked about how the process is for the both of you, and he even said he would love to work with someone like you (even though he was normally a more chill, cold person to strangers, he immediately felt comfortable to show you his warmer side, that’s your charm); J-Hope and you bonded over dance, you both ‘fangirled’ about each others’ skills, you too both agreed that working with each other in the future would be so cool; Jin and you seemed like siblings I swear, he too is normally more shy when it comes to one-on-one interactions with strangers but due to your boldness, you immediately bonded by teasing each other, he would also try and make you cringe with cheesy Korean dad jokes, but you always had another cringier joke to fight back with; Let’s just say you passed Taehyung’s vibe check, he really likes your personality and you met all his expectations of you, he was not disappointed, out of all of the guys you had the quickest bond with him, he now even has a nickname for you and you too also start to call him ‘Tae Tae’ after just a couple hours of meeting; Jimin struggled a little at first to approach you, he was really fangirling over you once the cameras were cut, but you approached him and made him feel comfortable, he then immediately loosened up and bonded over your similar personalities, it was like hanging out with a literal different version of yourself, you even already had inside jokes with him too; and Jungkook…. oh Jungkook, you guys seemed to fit so well, in the little time you both hung out you were making each other cry laugh, you had small conversations about music, dance, about your cultural differences, he even said that if you ever went to Korea, he would like to show you around his favorite places, but every time you guys would chat with each other or literally by just existing next to each other, the guys would act weird and either make small comments and noises to tease you, or try and give you space in the small dressing room by standing up from the couch and dashing to the corner of the room (again imagine six grown men huddled in the corner trying to act ‘natural’ when Jungkook only handed you a bottle of water that was brought in by a crew member).

It was crazy how quick you all created this friendship, the guys had already talked amongst themselves and agreed that no matter what, they would really care for this friendship and that they would do everything in their power to keep you in their lives (Suga said that he was down to kidnap you from america and take you to South Korea in case you all became distant).

You were currently sitting in their dressing room chatting, basically getting to know them and them getting to know you (y'all were having some deep conversations) you also learned you were staying in the same hotel and that the next day you all had rehearsals at the same time for your performances, you compared your schedules and they seemed to match up for the most part. In conclusion you were staying at the same hotel, had rehearsals at 8:00 am in the same location the next day, and you guys wanted to hang out a little more.

Your managers came in to tell you that the cars were ready to take you to the hotel, you got a little sad you had to leave them for the ride back, but their manager said “Oh, y/n, you get to choose who you want to travel back with, we canceled your car so that you could drive back with the boys” you smiled from ear to ear and quickly introduced yourself to the bilingual man in charge of managing the guys behind you who were currently fighting over who you got to ride back to the hotel with.

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Due to the fact that no one wanted to be left out riding back without you, you where currently eight adults...packed tightly into a small van on the back seats. Both of your teams/staffs watched as you all tried to get in the van, like children (screaming, pushing, laughing) they didnt know if they should find this cute/funny or drag you all into separate vans once and for all.

“Dude I can feel your fuc*ing hair IN MY NOSE, move” Suga spoke, “Whose hand is that, ey they getting friendly” Tae said, as a joke you said “That’s my hand, my bad” making everyone laugh. “Jimin you know, you are not so light weighted, I need blood circulation” Jin commented, “Oy aren't you sitting too close to y/n kookie? If something happens I’m taking y/n’s side.” You all laughed, it was true tho, you were basically on top of Jungkook but weren't you all ‘TOO CLOSE’ to each other? I mean- 3 seats for 8 adults? It definitely defied the laws of physics but it worked out.

The ten minute ride to the hotel was interesting; the first 5 minutes were silent, after 2 minutes you asked for the radio, but it was broken, after 2 more minutes you could faintly hear Jin’s moaning out in pain as he was being suffocated; due to the weird sounds he was making, the context and your ‘dirty minded heads’ you and JK burst out laughing, making the others infected with your laughter, this until you arrived.

Once you were at the hotel, your teams made you stand like disobedient children in a line ‘soldier style’ while they arranged the room situations. (you had stayed at a different hotel in the afternoon due to its closeness to the Jimmy fallon set and due to the fact you only used it to nap and shower, but this hotel was closer to where the billboard awards where and to where your rehearsals were so this was your temporary home for now, aslo your team had to rent a lot of rooms for the 20 or so people traveling with you. BTS had to do the same)

While the keys were being activated one of the BTS staff members started to ask the guys for their room service orders, so the kitchen could start making them; your manager’s assistant also took your order and while you were busy choosing your dinner, the maknae line had an idea...

Once you finished ordering Tae and Jungkook interlocked their arms with yours tightly and Jimin spoke to staff: “Excuse me could you please be so kind to send all of our meals to Jin’s room, (turning to YOUR staff he again spoke in broken english) y/n would also like her dinner to be sent to Jin’s room, than you all, gudnait”,

While Jungkook and V dragged you, Jimin bowed to the staff and followed you. Suga was cry-laughing at your cruising while being dragged away, he lifted one of your dragging legs up and RM followed him, lifting the other leg. J-hope started recording the whole ordeal. Jin was following them as he suddenly realized... “Oi why does it always have to be my room? I always end up smelling like steak '' he kept following anyway.

Your manager speeded up and walked next to your now lifted body and told you to have fun and to go to your room early to be responsible and not stay up so late for tomorrow’s early rehearsals (cute scene: without putting you down the boys stopped and lowered you a little so that you could say good night to Sam and he could kiss your forehead, they they lifted you back up)

You arrived at Jin's assigned hotel room and the guys comfortably all spread around the room; you walked in a little shy because you had never hung out like this with anyone, plus you didn't know what to do…. Jin was the last one to walk in and he put his arm around you encouraging you to walk in with him, he even pushed Jimin off the bed so you could sit there and he took the desk chair while you all waited for the food. You all had dinner in Jin’s room, sitting on the floor and drinking wine (Jin and Jimin insisted on having alcohol) you were having so much fun. After dinner you all kept drinking while playing drinking games with the tiny alcohol bottles hotels provide.

It was really really REALLY past your bedtimes; just analize with me: if the Jimmy Fallon show ended at 12:00am and you guys got to the hotel at around 12:30, you had dinner, played games, drank, etc.; imagine what time it is currently….

You all were at least little tipsy by now, RM spoke to everyone: “Guys-ss we should probably go back to our rooms, wE hAve to be aWake and readY to gOooooo. for tomorrow..” even though he was all sloppy and slow form the alcohol he was still following his ‘leader’ role. Everyone drunkenly cleaned up Jin's room and stood up to leave to head to your rooms. Out of everyone in here, you and Jungkook were the least drunk; not because you drank less, but apparently you both were better at handling alcohol than the others.

JK offered to walk you to your room because even if you weren't super drunk you were still a little sloppy (which he was too) and your team had rented the floor under so he didn’t want to leave you alone to find your way (you found this so cute, no one had ever treated you like this, he was a true gentleman).

Obviously the guys teased when you both walked together in the same direction, you just kept walking, making small talk. Once the elevator arrived on your floor you thought JK would ride the elevator back, but he insisted on making sure you were safe inside your room before he left. You walked through the hall, heels in your right hand and Jungkook walking to your left. You suddenly passed by a clear door that showed outside to a terrazze (basically used for smokers, but other people could use it too) and not thinking it through you took JK’s hand and walked outside.

It was a warm night and the terrazze was pretty dark-ish and small, but the view was beautiful; the night sky contrasting the bright lights form the buildings’ skyline. You looked at the view, mesmerized by it, Jungkook could only look at you, he thought you looked too beautiful and as you tightly held on to the railing looking out wide eyed at the pretty lights.

You turned to him and realized he was looking at you, you analyzed his face thinking: ‘waw he is the most handsome man I have ever seen’ as you looked into his eyes, even through your tipsy state you realized >OMG I'M STANDING OUT HERE WITH JUNGKOOK, THE. JUNGKOOK., FUC*K, I PROBABLY LOOK LIKE SHIT DAMMIT, WAIT THIS IS MY CELEBRITY CRUSH, WHAT DO I DO

You seemed to be getting physically closer and closer to eachother, he was looking down at you in such an adoring way, but in his head he was also thinking…> OMG I'M STANDING OUT HERE WITH Y/N, THE. Y/N., FUC*K, I PROBABLY LOOK LIKE SHIT DAMMIT, WAIT THIS IS MY CELEBRITY CRUSH, WHAT DO I DO , but even though you were BOTH freaking out, the two of you knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, having someone so special to you, like this, in front of you…

You were now standing inches away from each other's faces, “hi…” you said, almost whispering as you smiled sweetly at him, looking from his eyes to his lips.

“Hi” Jungkook said in a raspy almost sleepy tone, smiling with his teeth and suddenly dropping his smile back down as he followed your eyes; he wanted to close the space between you two, but he didn't want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable or think of him differently.

You were the first to speak, breaking eye contact and looking at his chest. “Um, could I, if it’s not too weird, um- put...my arms around you?” you immediately regretted it; what if he didnt understand your Korean, what if you translated it wrong in your head before saying it outloud what if-.... A small chuckle coming from in front of you stopped your train of thought, Jungkook put his hand under your chin and lifted your face to look at him again; he took your arms and placed them around his neck; he then put his hands on your waist, but loosened his hold and asked if you were okay with that and you nodded.

You both stared at each other’s eyes; you both fit so perfectly in each other's arms you felt so comfortable. The tension could be cut with a knife, you looked back at his lips and he did too; getting closer, you could feel his breathing on your face, you both closed your eyes and barely touched your lips together when his phone went off for the millionth time startling you, you both separated your faces and looked wide-eyed at the other, a tint of blush on your cheeks… you kissed him, he kissed you, even though it was the tiniest, shortest, lightest kiss in the history of kisses you both felt happy about it. When you realized you two had the same expression on your faces you both laughed, you had never been this comfortable with a man before, specially in such a short period of time.

His phone ket going off and off, “My phone has been ringing for so long now hahaha, since we left the elevator it has rung, but I didn't want to answer and um- you know… I don't want to answer and not be focused on you” he said as you both took a step back from each other and as he answered the 37th call after ignoring other 36 calls.

“PFFfffft ohhhhh he answered, hi guki, um ahahaha shut the fAq uP Tae ahahahah um…. we….. can't get into our rooms'' you could hear the snickers and slow words through the phone, you and Jungkook still felt a little numb and sloppy from the alcohol, how could they be so drunk?.

“Hyung… ugh fine, i’ll be there don’t go anywhere, nobody move, okay?” he hung up and humorously sighed, he would normally find this situation to be hilarious but the fact that he had to interrupt a once in a lifetime moment with his celebrity crush so that he could help his older brothers….dam.

You chuckled at his reaction, you picked the heels from the ground and boldly kissed him on the cheek, you walked in front of him to head inside, knowing how caring he was to his friends; but before you could go inside Jungkook stopped you by taking your hand, “I know this is an embarrassing question but if I don't do this now I may never be able to have this opportunity again…”

You were still facing the door, your hand in his hand behind your back; frozen from anticipation of what he might say next.

“Can I um-, *deep inhale* can I kiss you one more time before you go?” you immediately turned around (and this might be the alcohol working it’s magic but you thought ‘he is right, if this was someone else you probably wouldn't have kissed them first day after meeting meeting them, but this was Jungkook, your ‘platonic crush’ from the other side of the world, what if after this weekend you never saw each other again?’)

Dropping your heels, and letting go of his hand you wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him in to you and kissing him; you both smiled against each other's lips form the sudden butterflies in your stomach and happiness you felt. He pulled you even closer with one hand on the side of your face and the other on your hip, then he wrapped his arms around your torso and you put your arms around his neck holding each other tighter.

This was no ‘take me now’ R-rated kiss at all; it was a more soft, intimate, sweet kiss. You let go and hugged each other one last time on that terrazze; normally you both didn't really like the whole “corny lovey dovey” scene, so once you let go you both chuckled at your cheesy moment. You walked back inside with him to look for your hotel room, he even asked if he could hold your hand while walking down the hall, you laughed a little at him and took his hand confidently. You remembered your manager told you your room was 456B when the boys were dragging you at the entrance. You finally arrived at the door, you turned to look at Jungkook and thanked him with a warm genuine smile; he leaned down and kissed the side of your mouth and smiled back and said goodnight with his bunny smile. :,)

You turned around and turned the handle to open the door, it didn't open… and something finally clicked in that drunken little head of yours…. SAM NEVER GAVE YOU THE FUC*ING ROOM KEY… you felt like panicking, it was almost 5:30 am, you had to be awake in 2.5 hours for rehearsals and you had nowhere to sleep, instead of crying you laughed, you burst out laughing; Jungkook covered your mouth and leaned over you with your back against the door; he was looking around with a quiet giggle to make sure you didn't wake anyone up.

“ahhh *small giggle* ahh um yeah I would normally just cry in these situations but I- I don’t have a key… Sam didn't give me one” Jungkook was about to come up with a plan to solve this but you knew what he was going to say: “The front desk won’t open that room for me because it is not registered under my name, for security reasons; Two they can’t give me another room because I need my card and ID to get one and I only have my phone with me; Three, I can’t wake up sam or anyone in my team because A. it isn’t their fault and I would be disrupting their sleep, B. I will get in trouble because Sam told me to come back early, and C…. idk but I wanted to say ‘and C’ ” you said, Jungkook looked down at you and couldn’t help but laugh at you. “Hey don’t make fun of me, it’s not my fault” you poked his chest. He stopped, “No, I’m not laughing at you, the guys have a similar problem apparently what a coincidence” he answered. The both of you decided to go see the guys first before trying to figure out what to do, together, as a team of 8 drunk heads.

When you arrived on the top floor, there they where, 5 drunk BTS members in front of you; RM was leaning over a hallway wall talking to ‘nothing’ as if he was practicing how to flirt with an invisible person; J-Hope was passed out in fetal position on the floor; Suga was cry laughing rolling on the floor while also trying to click the camera button on his phone as he wobbled back and forth clicking on everything but the camera icon; Jimin was standing still, phone still in his ear, he looked at a statue (remember Kookie said on the phone with Jimin ‘nobody move, okay?’ well Jimin hadn’t moved ever since Jungkook hung up the phone); Tae was literally in the middle of performing some sort of strip/circus/magic/dance show for Suga when they realized you two standing there they composed themselves “what… the hell? hahahahahha, what happened?” You laughed out loud and Jungkook immediately covered your mouth, he quietly giggled as he had done this exact thing minutes ago too.

In summary, once Jin waved everyone off he went into his room, that's why he is not here; Suga struggled to find his key but eventually found it in his suit jacket and was able to go into his room, he barely spent one minute in there when RM knocked at the door and told Suga that he had no idea where is room was, the keys where not numbered, so Suga said ‘I can help you’ and went out to the hallway to help him but even Suga was confused as to how HE found his room so he told RM don’t worry, sleep in my room and tomorrow the staff can help you, when he turned around to open the door Suga realized he left the key inside. J-Hope had passed out in Jin’s room and Jin had said it was okay for him to stay in his room, but J-Hope had woken up and said good night and walked out so Jin though he was all good and on his way safely to his room...WRONG, J-hope gave up 5 steps down the hall and said ‘i need rest, here floor *thump*’ and dropped on the ground; Taehyung didn’t even know he had a room for himself, so he definitely he has no idea where his room was supposed to be; and Jimin did know where his key was and room, but it apparently was deactivated, but seeing how everyone was up here he opted to not go get it reactivated, he didn’t want to be left out.

Jungkook started losing it, cry-laughing at his friends; this time you humorously covered his mouth like he did to you, as you tried to think of a solution. BINGO, you rang Jin’s door insistently until he opened up. Once he opened the door with sleepy eyes he analized the scene behind you and your hand covering the youngest member’s mouth he sighed, allowing you all inside his room.

All of you knew you had less than 3 hours to sleep and actually do a good job tomorrow so everyone took up a spot to rest. In the bed J-hope and Jin slept comfortably; Suga fell asleep sitting down on the desk chair; Tae slept in the bathroom’s bathtub; RM threw himself on the tiny couch for two with his arms and legs hanging out from the sides; you sat on the floor leaning against the wall, Jimin used your leg as a pillow and Jungkook sat next to you, he actually did have his hotel key with him and knew his room was literally the one next to this one, but he wanted to be where you where. You both also fell asleep sitting leaning against the wall.

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Regulus sat on the sofa, where he fiddled with his hair nervously, and shifted uncomfortably in the dress his mum had put him in. He hated that he was forced to keep his hair so long. Sirius had been growing his hair out since he was fifteen, ever since Reg finally told him the truth, that Regulus identified as a man. “Look, Reg,” Sirius had said, once his hair was past his shoulders. “Boys can have long hair too. So don’t feel bad that mum won’t let you cut it!”

They had poured over the many Astronomy books in the library to find Regulus a different name – a boy’s name. After a bit of back and forth between the two brothers, they had eventually agreed on Regulus Black.

Regulus had had a rough go of it at Hogwarts – being misgendered, people using his dead name, and having to sleep in the girls’ dormitories. The only time he had been happy was on the Slytherin Quidditch team, because everyone wore the same uniforms. But now he was out of Hogwarts and had hoped he could finally live his life the way he wanted. Those small glimpses of hope had been dashed once Sirius ran away from home. Sirius was disinherited and burned off the family tapestry. Regulus was now responsible for producing a Black family heir, since he was not eligible to inherit.

Since graduating from Hogwarts, Regulus’ life had been a parade of men from pureblood families. Walburga was searching for someone worthy. Regulus had lost count of how many men had come by, looking for an arranged marriage that benefited them. Some of them were just looking for the status that marrying a Black would bring them. Others were interested in the money. Regulus had taken a page out of his brother’s book, and had causes enough trouble that they all ran away.

Walburga had stopped giving Regulus any insight into who would be coming to the door. Perhaps she had figured out that if Regulus had knowledge of the suitor, he could figure out a way to scare them off. Most of the men coming by were people Reg knew from school, which meant he knew their weak spots. After all, Regulus was a Slytherin at the end of the day, and he would use every advantage he had if it meant he didn’t have to marry.

The door to the parlor opened and Regulus stood up. He smoothed out the skirt of the black satin dress his mother had forced him to wear and prepared himself for the worst. He was a little caught off guard when James Potter of all people walked in. His mother considered the Potters to be blood traitors, which meant she must have been getting desperate to find someone pureblood still left.

“James –“ Regulus said, feeling himself blush.

“Hi Reg,” James responded, giving a little wave.

Regulus was so shocked to hear one of these stupid suitors call him by his name. It was almost enough to make him cry in relief. “What are you doing here?”

James shuffled awkwardly on his feet and scratched the back of his neck. “Could we maybe sit down?”

Regulus crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s not like it’s a secret.”

James made a disgruntled noise in the back of his throat. “I knew this was going to be bloody awkward. Look, I’m probably the last person you want to get saddled with after everything that happened with Sirius, but your mum invited me out, and Sirius wanted me to come see how you are.”

“Oh,” Reg said, rubbing his arm self-consciously. “Well, I’m fine, you can tell Sirius I’m fine.”

James took a tentative step forward. “Are you sure, Reg?”

“I’m sure,” Regulus snapped at him. “You don’t want to be here anyway, so just go,”

“I didn’t say that,” James countered defensively. “I said you don’t want me here. I know you don’t like me all that much since Sirius came to live with me.”

“I never disliked you,” Regulus confessed quietly. “I disliked the situation, but I always understood why Sirius had to get out.”

“So…” James took another step towards Regulus. “You don’t hate me then?”

Regulus shook his head. “No, I don’t,” he said out loud in case James needed it verbalized to believe it.

James sighed in relief and smiled at Reg. “I’m glad to hear it. I was a little worried you were going to hex me on sight.”

Regulus smirked and sat back down on the couch. He crossed his legs primly and then patted the spot next to him. James eagerly hurried over to sit down beside him. Regulus tried not to find it endearing and failed miserably. “Here’s the thing, I don’t want to get married and I certainly don’t want to have a child.”

“Okay…” James said, his brow furrowing. “Then why are you going along with all of this then?”

“I don’t exactly have a choice,” Regulus said through gritted teeth, his hands curling into fists by his sides. “The Black family needs an heir and we both know Sirius isn’t an option anymore. As far as pureblood wizards go, you’re about the best I’m going to get. Besides, I want someone who is going to accept me as a man. I know I might not be what you were looking for –“

“Actually –“ James interrupted, scratching his chin. “Sirius informed me I’m something called Pansexual…so, you know, I’m fine with you being a bloke.”

Regulus blinked a few times in surprise. He honestly had not been expecting that at all and was completely baffled. He had always thought James Potter was straight, after all, he had spent most of his time at Hogwarts chasing after Lily Evans.

“So wait, you’re actually considering this?” Regulus asked, shaking his head slightly in disblief. “You’d marry me?”

James shrugged. “If you’ll have me.”

“You’re not just doing this as a favor to my brother, right?” Reg asked, eyeing James suspiciously. After knowing James for so long, it was difficult not to imagine he had some kind of ulterior motive for all of this.

James grinned. “I love Sirius like a brother, but even I’m not that altruistic that I would marry a bloke just to make him happy.”

Regulus was satisfied with that answer. He couldn’t believe that he was actually considering marry James Potter. “You must have something you want out of all of this,” he said, chewing his bottom lip. “This is a lot to give up.”

“I don’t see it that way,” James said, slowly reaching over and taking Reg’s hand in his, giving Reg enough time to pull away if he wanted. “I mean, you’re very pretty. Handsome? No, blokes can be pretty. You’re pretty. Beautiful, actually. I – fuck – you know you’re gorgeous. I don’t have to tell you that.”

Regulus felt himself blushing horridly. He couldn’t believe one compliment like that – and a fumbled attempt at one no less – was enough to get him flustered. “So you just want to marry someone pretty then?”

James laughed but it was a bit strained. “I think you’re more than just a pretty face, Reg.”

Regulus turned his face away to hide his deeper blush. What was wrong with him today? “Shut up, James.”

“What do you say, Reg?” James asked, giving Regulus’ hand a squeeze. “Do you want to marry me?”

Regulus turned and eyed James up and down for any sign that he was being disingenuous. Instead all he saw was the stupidly earnest look on James’ face as he waited for a response.

“Yes.”

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Regulus felt like he had been waiting for the other shoe to drop ever since he’d agreed to James’ proposal. After they got married, Regulus and James had gotten a flat together in London, and being away from his parents meant Regulus could finally breathe. He donated all his dresses and skirts to charity, so that he never had to see them again. James didn’t say a word when Regulus cut his hair, picking a fashionable undercut, the front still falling into his grey eyes.

Regulus still felt like they were on the precipice of something, though. James never asked for anything, and that simple fact put Regulus on edge. He wasn’t used to someone not having any expectations for him. For the most part, James just let Regulus be, and since they weren’t sleeping in the same bed, they were almost more like flatmates than a married couple. It made Regulus uneasy, since he still didn’t know what James was getting out of their arrangement.

It started with Regulus stealing James’ shirts and hoodies. James was fairly muscular from his obsession with Quidditch, so when Regulus wore James’ clothes, he was kind of swimming in them. They were so cozy that Regulus couldn’t help wanting to wear them. Being wrapped up in James’ clothes kind of made Regulus yearn for the man himself.

James was relaxing on the couch, studying for the Auror exam he was taking later that month. He glanced up when Reg entered the room and his hazel eyes immediately went soft behind his glasses. He took in the sight of Regulus wearing his Gryffindor t-shirt and smiled. Regulus chewed his bottom lip for a moment and then walked over to the couch. James watched him for a minute and then scooted over in an invitation. Regulus dropped into James’ arms and they tangled themselves in each other.

“James?”

“Yeah, Reg?”

“Am I enough for you?”

James frowned for a moment and Regulus immediately buried his face away against James’ neck. He was nervous that he had upset his husband. “Why would you ask me that?”

“Because you’ve given me a home, and you’ve let me be myself,” Regulus said, his voice muffled against James’ skin. “I don’t know what I do for you.”

James chuckled, rubbing his hand over Reg’s back. “Do you want to do something for me?”

“Well I am your husband,” Regulus groused, wrapping his arms around James and hugging him tightly.

James slid his hand down, brushing his finger along Reg’s jawline, before tilting his chin up. James ducked his head and kissed Regulus tenderly on the lips. Regulus gasped slightly, but the kiss was already done before he got the sound out. “There,” James said, shifting around so that he could comfortably hold his book, his other arm still around Reg. “That’s all I wanted.”

Regulus’ jaw was still dropped. “That can’t possibly be enough for you,” he reasoned.

James put his book down in order to focus his attention on Reg. “Fine, I’ll do it again then,” he said with a soft sigh. He captured Reg’s lips and proceeded to kiss him breathless. Regulus clung to James, letting his mouth be invaded by James’ talented tongue, whimpering slightly against his husband’s’ lips.

“James –“ Regulus said, breaking the kiss. “I want you to be honest with me. A few kisses? That’s really all you want?”

James grinned and ran his fingers through Reg’s hair. “You want me to be honest, huh?”

“Yes.”

“I want you to wear my clothes all the time, because it does things to me to see you in them, and I’m a bad, possessive husband, who wants to see my husband in my t-shirts. I also want to kiss you pretty much all the time. Finally, I want you to fall in love with me, but that one I’m willing to wait on.”

Regulus hid his face away again because the things James said were simply too overwhelming. “So that’s all I have to do?” Regulus asked in astonishment.

“That’s all,” James confirmed, pressing a kiss to the top of Regulus’ head.

Regulus huffed indignantly. It all sounded so simple, but that couldn’t be all James wanted. Regulus knew that his mother had constantly been bombarding James with owls since their wedding night six months ago. A barrage of letters and howlers had come asking when they were going to get pregnant and produce and heir. Walburga probably would have had conniptions if she knew James and Regulus weren’t even sleeping in the same bed. But after their little cuddle session on the couch, Reg was thinking he might have to reevaluate his stance on that. Being held by James was actually very nice. “May I tell you what I want?”

Regulus felt James nod, since Reg still had his face buried away. “Of course,” James said softly. “Anything you want, Reg.”

Regulus pulled back, so that he could see James’ face, and took a deep breath. “I want you to fall in love with me too.”

“Too late.”

Regulus sputtered for a moment. “Y-you’re not –“

“I’m not?” James challenged, raising an eyebrow. His eyes got that same softness to them as he smiled before leaning in to kiss Regulus again. “I’m pretty sure I am.”

“Only pretty sure?” Regulus murmured against James’ lips, managing to tease him, even as his heart was fluttering away in his chest.

James chuckled, pressing their foreheads together, so Reg had no choice but to stare into those hazel eyes he’d become enamored by.

“I’m sure.”

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writings-of-a-hufflepuff · 4 years

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Firewood

Fandom: The Mandalorian

Collection/Series: Western AU- Putting Down Roots

Pairing: Sheriff Din Djarin x Female Teacher Reader

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Rating: M

Warnings: Sexy, sexy thoughts, but we all know that Sheriff Din is a proper gentleman who would never sleep with you before you’re married. But, a girl can look.

Summary: You were certain your old school headmistress would give you a clip round the ear and drag you off to teach you a lesson about propriety and ladylike behaviour if she saw you. Fortunately, she wasn’t there to distract from the sight that had caught your attention.

Notes: Oh, hello, is this another firewood chopping fic? Yes. Yes it is. Do I have a thing for big, strong men chopping wood? Yes, apparently so.

Jeans were invented in 1873 so yes, Sheriff Din, 100% can wear tight jeans to show off that fine butt.

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You were certain your old school headmistress would give you a clip round the ear and drag you off to teach you a lesson about propriety and ladylike behaviour if she saw you. Fortunately, she wasn’t there to distract from the sight that had caught your attention.

Every stove and every fireplace in Navarro was wood burning, gas was still a new fangled thing and hadn’t reached your little mining town yet. The metal log burner in the centre of the schoolhouse was no exception and it was on this particular Saturday, when working on marking some of the childrens’ books, that you noticed your store of firewood was rather shoddy. Something that while not an immediate concern would grow to be as the weather began to turn colder and the snow piled up outside. The children would need to be kept warm, otherwise they just simply wouldn’t learn right.

It had been something you mentioned in passing to the sheriff that morning, you hadn’t expected him to do anything about it and certainly not immediately. Just made small talk when he’d popped in to check on you and mentioned that the wood store was getting a little low and that you'd need to sort it soon before the weather turned. You should have known that Din, the mother hen, caring and considerate man that he was, would have taken it upon himself to correct the problem and quickly.

Had you known that that wasn’t just going to the general store and buying more logs, but instead cutting down a couple of trees near the school house and proceeding to cut them into fire logs, then you...well, you would have definitely still mentioned the problem to him. After all, the sight was definitely an enjoyable one. Not that you’d admit that to anyone. You were supposed to be a respectable lady. A school teacher. You shouldn’t have had any thoughts on Din Djarin and how he looked chopping wood.

It’s how you found yourself looking out one of the large windows of the schoolhouse, lip bitten between your teeth and chin resting on your hand as you watch Din lift a large log over his broad shoulders and to a tree stump he’d designated for wood chopping. He managed to make carrying the heavy load seem easy, like it barely phased him, he simply redistributed his weight and stance to make the walk easier.

He’d forgone his many layers. His hat had been placed off to the side, his usual button-up was off, now only stood in a grey union suit unbuttoned, indecently so, showing off pronounced collar bones and dark chest hair and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows displaying his thick forearms. His suspenders dug delightfully into his wide shoulders and the wide planes of his chest were captured fetchingly in the clinging fabric of the undershirt.

Your headmistress most certainly would have clipped you around the ear you think. It was unbecoming, unladylike, most certainly not decent to watch him with thoughts of how easily he could lift you over his shoulder. How nicely it must feel to be pulled into those arms and rest your cheek against his chest. How strong his palms look and how delightful the muffled grunts he let out sounded. Most certainly unladylike, improper and you shouldn’t have sat there and watched, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tear yourself from temptation.

There was just something, something about the way his shoulders tensed as he brought the axe back over his head before bringing it down with a sure stroke, cleaving the log in two. Something about the strength of those thick forearms, the scars that littered them from bounties he’d collected and a life of hard graft. Something about the sweat that beaded on tanned skin, that caught your eyes as you followed in down his prominent nose to his perpetually pouting lips.

As Reeva would say, Din Djarin was a whole lot of man and you thought perhaps a king among men. He could capture your attention just with a change to his stance or a look, you were sure every unmarried woman in town would happily marry him. He was incredibly handsome, but what made him something special you decided was his nature.

He was unfailingly kind, sweet and gentle, he always made sure to look out for others. Every act of service was a sign of his devotion and appreciation to his community, of who he was. He would get birds out of chimneys, sweep the porch for elderly citizens, hunt down a missing pet or build a schoolhouse. You knew that you never had to worry with Din around, the moment you mentioned a problem or difficulty he would be there offering to help without asking for anything in return. A king among men indeed.

A grunt brought you out of your thoughts and back to the view before you. Large palms and dexterous fingers twisted around the wooden handle of a heavy axe, feet planted wide to give him a better stance, jeans tight against his hips. Did the man have to own such tight trousers?

“Oh, Miss Adams, I’m terribly sorry.” You can’t help but mutter as warmth floods your body, your skin feeling too warm in your heavy skirt and blouse. A itch settling deep in your stomach. Your headmistress would have made you go to confession if she knew, forcing you to admit that your eyes and mind had sinned oh so terribly for gazing so covetously at the sheriff, at Din.

You couldn’t help it. You wondered what it would be like. To be married to him, to lie besides him on a cold night, those large palms sliding soothingly over your hips, your belly, your thighs. Wrapped so tightly in him that it would be impossible to figure out where you ended and he began. What would that deep, soothing voice feel like rumbling against your skin.

A breathy sigh leaves your lips at the thought and you wonder how you’re supposed to ever talk to him again without thinking about how he looks in that exact moment as fabric clings tight to his body and his dark hair begins to curl at the edges from sweat and the humid air.

You decide in that moment that he can’t ever know. It’s as simple as that. He simply can’t find out about these feelings you have or the power he holds over you. It just wouldn’t do, wouldn’t be proper. You shall simply go out there and thank him for cutting more wood for the schoolhouse, offer him a drink of water and be done with it.

You rise with determination, hands brushing your skirts smooth before grabbing the glass you use during the school day. The outside water pump is a handy little thing, you think as you fill the glass with cold, clean water. Despite the children often using it for mischief at break times, it does everyone a world of good to have easy access to water at the school.

“You look mighty thirsty, sheriff” You call out to him, one hand lifting your skirts to help you walk over the uneven ground, the other holding the glass of water out in front of you.

When you reach him you offer the glass, he takes it with a thank you and you try not to stare too hard as he throws his head back and gulps the water down fast. His neck extended, Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow.

“You know you didn’t have to do this...I could have bought some wood for the fire.” There was a small school fund for that sort of thing, the mayor had reluctantly set it up so that you could buy chalk and other things that the school would need and have to replace over time. While wood was certainly not a cheap item, it was something you budgeted for every single year.

“Cyar’ika, there’s no way I'm letting you spend good credits on firewood when there are plenty of trees for me to cut down. Besides, I’m not busy.”

“Din…” You want to protest, remind him that he has better things to do that cut firewood for you. Mostly because you worry that you’re taking advantage of his kindness. What possibly could you offer in return to a man who was capable of doing everything himself?

A hand reaches out, thumb brushing your cheek briefly and gently, “Just let me help you.”

It’s the gentle touch and the quiet plead in his voice that has you admitting defeat. There was no use fighting his nature and asking him to stand by if he noticed you in need of something. It just wasn’t in him and it was something you liked greatly about him.

“Thank you. You’re always looking out for us.”

His hand drops from your face to the back of his neck, rubbing it in a gesture you were beginning to recognise as a sign that Din was uncomfortable or nervous. More often than not when it came to feelings of any sort. “Well, I gotta keep my eye on you, make sure you’re doin’ alright.”

“I...have you...have you ever thought that you deserve someone keeping their eye on you too? To look out for you, I mean.” You rush through that last part to take some of the possible innuendo from your words. Not that your eyes had been anywhere but on Din as of late, but...you didn’t mean it like that. You could feel an embarrassed warmth radiating up your neck and into your face at the implication of your words.

There’s a tug at the corner of his mouth, “Oh, I noticed you’ve been doin’ a mighty fine job of that yourself, cyar’ika.” It’s unusually playful coming from Din and it has your mouth drying up as you swallow harshly. Had he noticed you watching him cut wood? Or the other day when he helped carry some of Mr Hewitt’s goods into the general store?

“I’m...I’m just looking out for you. Is all.”

He hums, clearly not quite believing you, but lets it slide. You’re a proper lady and he knows if he teases too much he’ll scare you away. Maybe one day he’ll let you in on the secret that he caught you peering out of the school window watching him. But, today he lets it go, lets you walk away back into the school house with the excuse that you have more books to mark.

If he decides to roll the union suit down to his waist and continue cutting wood with his torso free of clothing, then that’s not to tease you at all, it’s just because the weather’s gotten mighty hot lately. If he happens to notice you at the window again watching him then he doesn’t mention it and it means nothing, nothing at all.

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Mando’a Translations:

Cyar’ika - Sweetheart, Darling

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Can’t Get Enough Part 8

The two most stubborn people in Knockemstiff, Ohio have eyes for only each other. Lee Bodecker is determined to become the town’s next sheriff. He knows that image is everything. Billie Dechswaan doesn’t care about her image at all. All she wants is to leave Knockemstiff and never come back. But Lee has other plans for her. Both are far too stubborn to give up their own plans. What happens when they can’t get enough of each other?

A/N: So, this is a long one. If I’m honest, I’ve lost a lot of my vigor for this story. I still have quite a bit of story written, so maybe I’ll find the inspiration again. But if I’m totally honest.... I’m wildly depressed. Like barely functioning. I’m going to keep posting what I already have written, but I’m not sure if I’ll finish what I had initially planned out.

That day started like any other for Lee Bodecker. He awoke with a headache. A consequence of drinking too much the night before. He peeled himself out of his bed, before stumbling to the bathroom for a shower. He was disappointed. Nearly a week since John passed and Billie had yet to show her face. Maybe she didn’t care. Maybe she really had cut off all contact with her family. Maybe she even found a new guy and had already given him a whole bunch of babies.

The last thought made Lee feel nauseous. And not in the hangover kind of way.

After the shower, Lee shaved. He may feel like a mess but he couldn’t show it. Then he proceeded to pick up the beer bottles from the counter and dispose of them. He liked the house clean when he got home. Even if he just proceeded to make the same mess all over again.

He made his way to work. Nobody at the station greeted him. It was a well-known fact that Sheriff Bodecker was not a morning person. Lee was able to enjoy two cups of coffee while he did some paperwork. The morning passed without incident. Miss Edna, the receptionist came in at exactly noon with more paperwork for Lee, a fresh cup of coffee and a sandwich. She’d worked at the station for 30 years. And no matter who the sheriff was, she always made him a sandwich for lunch. Edna was the glue that kept the station running. No one dared talk back to her, not even Lee.

After lunch, Tim Mitchell rushed into Lee’s office. Not even stopping at his desk.

“You alright, Mitchell?” Lee asked the deputy.

“Yes sir,” he responded, “Thought you’d wanna know I dropped Sylvie and the baby off at her mama’s house this morning.”

“Why would I need to know that?” Lee hissed.

“Joy had a vistor. One I think you would be very interested in seeing.”

“Billie?” Could it be? Lee didn’t dare let himself hope.

“Yes, but I think the person with her might be of more interest to you.”

A husband? A boyfriend?

“Just spit it out,” Lee groaned in annoyance.

“Billie had a little girl with her,” Tim answered, “She’s probably about four. Thought you’d wanna know.”

Lee was shocked. So, that letter Billie had sent him about losing the baby wasn’t true after all. A four-year-old. She had to be Lee’s. That meant that Lee was a father. Of a child. Not a baby. He was utterly gobsmacked.

“Thank you, Mitchell,” he dismissed. Mitchell nodded before exiting the office. Lee took a moment, not to collect his thoughts, no. A moment to collect his jacket and run out the door to tell the undersheriff that he was leaving and not to disturb him. Lee sped to the Dechswaan farm. He broke every traffic law. It was a good thing that he was sheriff.

He practically ran from his car to the door. Lee proceeded to pound on the door with his fist four times. Not caring if he was rude. He was here for something that belonged to him.

She opened the door as Lee resumed his pounding. He looked shocked that she’d open the door. Almost like he didn’t believe she was really here. He was dressed in his sheriff’s uniform. He’d gained a bit of weight since she last saw him, he was still handsome though. And Lee surveyed how much curvier Billie was too. She really looked like a woman.

“Let’s go for a walk, Lee,” she said before he could speak. She closed the door and walked down the porch. She marched through the yard, arms crossed. He followed silently, he was fuming. And yet, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. The way she swayed as she walked. Lee let her lead him all the way to the barn before saying anything.

“Okay, talk,” he commanded.

“What do you want me to say?” Billie asked, turning to him but keeping her distance from him.

“Tim said you had a little girl with ya,” Lee accused.

“I do. My daughter.”

“How old is she?”

“Four.”

Lee nodded and tenses his jaw, “So, she’s mine then?”

“Yeah,” Billie conceded, no emotion on her beautiful face.

“Why? Why didn’t you tell me? You said you miscarried,” Lee muttered, feeling betrayed.

“Because you are a steamroller. And heaven help anyone who gets in your way, Lee. I wasn’t about to let you take away all my options. I owed it to myself to try my hand in New York.” Her face was scrunching up in angry.

“And you owed it to me to tell me about my kid!”

“You think I don’t know that? I regret it everyday, but I can’t take back the past now!” She shouted.

“That’s it? That’s all you regret?” Lee countered, stepping closer to her.

“Of course not,” Billie scoffs, rolling her eyes and turning away from Lee. But he was quick to grab her, pull her back towards him.

“What then? What do you regret,” he growls, his face just inches from hers. Her eyes flicked down to his lips. She swayed closer. Lee thought, for just a moment, that she might try to kiss him. But she regained her composure and met his eyes once again.

“Alright, you listen here Lee Bodecker. I’m only gonna say this once,” she begins quietly, “I was wrong. And you were right. I should never have left. And I’m sorry.”

“Oh, sugar,” Lee laughs bitterly, releasing his grip on her arm, “I’m definitely gonna make you say that all again.”

Billie crosses her arms, and smirks at him.

“I knew you’d say that,” she says, “Good thing I’m prepared to beg.” He’s shocked at her tone, she’s toying with him. She knows just what buttons to push to get him right where she wants him. He knows he’ll be putty in her hands soon enough, he’ll give her anything she asks for. But she deserves a little punishment for all the years he was forced to live without her.

“And why was it a mistake, sugar?” He coaxes.

“There are a lot of reasons it was a mistake,” she counters, looking at her hands, picking at her cuticles.

“Tell me,” Lee demands.

“Well, no one in New York wants some hick with an accent teaching their kids. I got a useless degree. And I surely know how to pick my men. The first boy I ever went on a date with tried to rape me months later with his buddies. You got me pregnant on purpose. And the one I dated to try and forget you used me as his personal punching bag.”

“He hit you?”

“It’s been awful, Lee. I-I can’t do anything right. I always think I’m making the right decision, but it’s always the wrong one. And if you want me to say it then I will. I’m at rock bottom. And I shouldn’t have left you,” she murmurs.

“Why?” Lee challenges.

“You know why.”

“No, tell me.”

“The biggest mistake was thinking I could stay away from you. But don’t think for one minute that it’s because I need you.”

“Then why can’t you stay away if you don’t need me,” Lee narrows his eyes.

“B-because I love you,” she mutters the sentence so quietly Lee almost couldn’t hear her.

“You love me?” He smirks.

“Yeah,” she shakes her head.

“Alright darlin’. I’m gonna tell you how this will go.”

“Alright.”

“We’re going to the courthouse tonight and making this official. I don’t care if I have to haul the judge in myself. When people ask, we’ll say we reconnected recently and decided to keep it small given the circumstances.”

“Just like I said, you’re a steamroller,” Billie chuckled, “You think you have all the power. But I know what you’ve been doing here.”

“Oh yeah,” Lee challenged, “What have I been doing?”

“I heard all about Sandy and Carl, and you killing Leroy Brown and you taking bribes,” Billie spat.

“Well, we’ve both made mistakes. I’ve only done what I’ve done for you. To provide for you. I take those bribes because it makes me more money,” Lee yelled.

“And you got yourself in some hot water in the process. I heard you even fucking got shot. Do you know what that was like for me? I nearly came home when I heard that, I thought you were going to die. You need to be more careful Lee,” Billie shot back.

Billie realized that she had Lee right where she wanted him. He was her ticket away from Larry. He was more than capable of protecting her from that bastard. And she’d be lying if she said she didn’t want him. Billie walked forward to Lee and pushed him up against the side of the barn. She looked up at him with her big doe eyes.

“Do you love me, Lee?” She asked, pressing her body against his.

“Do you love me?” He countered, suspicious of her.

“I do. I really love you,” she whispered, her hands rubbing down his chest and stomach until she cupped his cock through his pants, “So, let me tell you how this is gonna go. We’ll go to the courthouse when I’m ready. You’re not going to punish me for leaving even though I know you really want to.” She undoes his belt and pants, her hand slips into his underwear and she grips his cock, slowly jacking him off. His head lolls back to hit the barn wall. “You are going to be more careful going forward. No fights that involve guns. You are not getting shot again. Because you’re gonna have a wife and a baby that need you.” Lee groans, eyes shut, enjoying her hands on him for the first time in five years. “I’ll let you fuck me raw. Let you get me pregnant again. I’ll give you all the babies you want. I bet you would like that wouldn’t you, honey?” Lee nods pathetically. Her hand is moving up and down his length at a brutal pace, Lee jerks his hips, chasing the pleasure. “But you have to protect me. And you’re going to give me anything I want.” Billie leans up and licks Lee’s neck. “You’ll give me a nice house and pretty dresses. And I’ll just be at home all day, dripping for you. Waiting for you to come home and fuck me so good. Keep me full of you. Don’t you wanna be inside me, Lee?” Lee groans loudly. Billie sucks a hickey into Lee’s neck, and forces his lips down to meet hers. “I’m gonna help you become mayor one day, so just tell me you love me. And I can make all that happen for ya.”

“Shit, baby. I love you so fucking much,” Lee grunts, his arms locking Billie against him, “Don’t leave me again.”

“I promise I won’t,” she gasped, as she started to get down on her knees, but Lee grabbed her elbow and kept her upright. He grabbed her and slammed her against the barn. He caged her in and caught her lips. He holds onto her waist like he may never let her go. Her tongue is everywhere. It’s becomes clear to Lee that Billie is just as desperate for him as he is for her. Billie pulls away, panting for air and stares into Lee’s eyes. All he can see is how much she loves him, and he wonders if she sees the same thing in his eyes. He bends down to pick her up, her legs wrap around him. With one arm he holds her up, with the other he moves her panties to the side and grips his cock, preparing to plunge inside her. He rubs his length against her slit for a moment. Then rapidly shoves himself inside. He’s brutally fucking into her and she’s a mess. Desperate for anything he’ll give her.

“Lee,” she whined. He smirked.

“You like that baby?” he teased. She nodded.

“You feel so good,” she cried, her head lolled back to hit the wall of the barn. Lee can see in her eyes that she’s totally lost in pleasure. Her eyes are unfocused and glazed over. He continues to pummel in and out of her.

“Did he fuck you like this?” He growled into her neck.

“He never fucked me,” she moaned, “I wouldn’t let him.”

“Why?” He teased.

“B-because….”

“Because why?” He was just being cruel trying to get coherent answers at of her at this moment.

“Because I only ever wanted you.” If there was one sentence that ever made Lee’s cock so hard and warmed his heart so much it was that sentence.

“Honey,” he murmured forcing her to pay attention to him, slowing his thrusts, “tell me that you love me.”

“I love you so much, Lee,” she sobbed.

“You gonna cum, honey?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Play with your clit,” he demands. Billie is quick to comply. Her fingers skate down between them to find her clit and she rubs circles against herself. Lee speeds up again.

“What do you want, baby?”

“I want your cum, Lee. Please give it to me.” Lee wasn’t about to leave his girl hanging, as soon as she begins to tighten around him, he lets himself go. He comes inside her with a grunt of her name. She’s quick to follow, letting out a high pitched shriek.

He pants against her lips, before taking out a handkerchief from his back pocket. He wipes off his cock and cleans between her legs and shoves the handkerchief into his back pocket. Billie leaned up against the side of the barn, desperately trying to catch her breath.

“You want to meet your daughter?” Billie asked, as Lee tucked himself back into his pants.

“Really?” Lee looked shocked at the offer.

“Yeah, of course,” Billie scoffed.

“What if she doesn’t like me?”

“She will. She likes most people,” Billie promised.

“Most people?” He questioned.

“She only ever dislikes people that give her a reason,” Billie answered. She grabbed Lee’s hand and pulled him back to the house. His thumb dragged across her knuckles. He didn’t know if he’d ever let go of her hand.

“Just grab a seat,” Billie said, gesturing towards the couch in the living room, “She’s just napping.” Billie sat down next to Lee. She kicked her shoes off, and draped her legs across his lap.

“So, what’s it like to be sheriff?” she smirked, the way her eyes lit up was the same as when she was eighteen. When she used to tease him in the front seat of his car.

“It’d be better if I had less idiot deputies,” Lee chuckles.

“Well, you better get on that Sheriff,” Billie teased, “But you like it?”

“I do. It’s nice to be in charge,” Lee responded. Billie hummed. She knew that he liked to be in charge.

“Sheriff Bodecker,” Joy sighed, as she entered the front sitting room, “How are you doing?”

“I’m good. How are you holding up, Joy?” Lee asked. He allowed concern to flash across his face. Even though he knew of his role in her grief.

“Much better now that my Billie is home,” she answered, petting Billie’s hair.

“I feel the same way,” Lee smiled dreamily.

“You gonna make an honest woman outta my daughter then?” Joy joked.

“I think I will,” Lee laughed.

“Good, good. We could use the happiness of a wedding around here. Or more babies,” Joy beamed as she went back to the kitchen.

Lee smirked down at Billie after the baby comment from her mother. Billie toyed with Lee’s hands, avoiding his gaze, and intense blush colored her cheeks, despite the fact that Lee had been balls deep inside her ten minutes ago, coaxing her to promise him more babies.

“Mama,” called a small voice.

“I’m right here, baby,” Billie answered getting up from the couch and going to the stairs. Beth took each step down slowly. Her hair and dress were rumpled. When Beth reached Billie, she attempted to smooth her daughters hair and clothes.

“I have someone I want you to meet,” Billie cooed. Picking her daughter up. Billie went back to the couch and sat down with Beth in her lap.

“Lee, this is Beth,” Billie said. Lee smiles down at the little girl. Beth decides to take the opportunity to lean as far forward as she can to see Lee. He’s surprised that she’s not shy. He’s a stranger after all. She reaches out to touch his badge. Seemingly intrigued by the star-like plaque.

“Are you a policeman?” She asks him.

“Yeah, I’m a sheriff,” he tells her.

“What’s that?” She asks.

“That means he’s in charge of all the other policemen around here. Uncle Tim is a policeman and this is his boss,” Billie says patiently.

“Do you catch the bad guys?” Beth quizzes, looking up from his badge to his eyes.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” Lee chuckles. Beth wriggles out of Billie’s lap and closes the very small distance between her and Lee. She climbs onto his lap and continues to play with the edges of his badge.

“I have a bad guy for you to get,” she tried to whisper, it comes out less quiet and more like a stage whisper.

“Sure thing, peanut,” he said affectionately. He’s expecting her to tell him about the monster under her bed. Or a criminal in a story.

“It’s mama’s boyfriend. He’s mean and he hurts her,” the little girl told him. Lee attempted to keep his features schooled. He doesn’t want to scare the little girl. For a moment he considers hunting down the bastard and strangling him with his bare hands. He wants to make him suffer, and be the reason that asshole would never see the light of day again. But he needs to take care of the little girl in his arms for the moment.

“Well, I want nothing more than to keep your mama safe,” he placates the small child. He looks at Billie and she looks guilty.

“Baby,” Billie scolds, “You know that we’re here because mama isn’t with Mr. Larry anymore, because he’s a bad man. We’re moving back where all of our family is.” Beth slowly nods, but continues to play with Lee’s badge, small fingers skating over the edges.

“Beth,” he says as he directs his attention back to the little girl on his lap, “do you want to color?” Beth looked up excitedly at Lee. She hurried Billie out to the car to get her favorite coloring books. Billie, Lee and Beth sit at the mismatched dining room table and color together. Beth talks Lee’s ear off. She spends that time telling him everything about herself. Her favorite book, her favorite animal, her favorite color, all the information she deems the most important. Lee just soaks in everything she tells him. He’s ecstatic to be learning about his daughter.

That evening, Billie digs out her old apron. She and Sylvie make dinner while Lee and Joy occupy Beth and Rose. After having dinner and cleaning the kitchen Beth looks almost dead on her feet. But she returned to the table with after dinner coffee. She sat down next to Lee. He was quick to rest his hand on her thigh.

“You look exhausted, honey,” he observed.

“I am,” she sighed, “I should probably get Bethie ready for bed.”

Upon hearing this Beth shrieks, “Noooo. I want to stay up and keep coloring with him!” Crocodile tears began welling up in Beth’s eyes.

“Baby it’s okay,” Billie tried to placate. But Beth was not having it, she looked like she was about to start wailing. Lee stood up and picked Beth up from her chair and then sat right back down with Beth in his lap, she was far more content there.

“Beth,” he began, hesitantly, “How do you feel about you and mama living with me? And me being your daddy?”

Beth’s tears dry up quickly and her eyes light up, “Really?” She asks excitedly, “Can we mama?” Lee catches Billie in a dreamy daze. He only ever saw that look every once in a while.

“Of course, sweetpea,” she smiles.

“Can we go now?” Beth begs.

“We probably should be getting this one home,” Lee said, petting Beth’s hair soothingly.

“Home?” Billie questioned.

“What? You thought that I wouldn’t have you two come home with me tonight?” Lee chuckled.

“Isn’t that inappropriate for the sheriff to let an unmarried woman stay at his house?”

“I was just re-elected. So, I’m not too worried about what people say. As someone in law enforcement, only I can speak to where is safe for a young woman to stay at night.”

“Alright,” she says, amused, “You still live in the same place?”

“I do.”

“I’ll drive my car over there then,” she smiles, standing from her seat, “Beth, it’s time to go. Hug Grandma goodbye.” Beth slowly gets up and hugs Joy. Billie kisses her sister and mother on the cheek.

“Do you need anything before Wednesday, mom?” She asked Joy quietly.

“No, the funeral home did want us to come early. They said 2:00, I believe,” Joy sighed.

“Alright, well if you think of anything just call me at Lee’s, okay?” Billie commanded.

“I will, honey,” Joy promised. Beth is standing close to her mom, while Lee waits for them at the door.

“Mama, up,” Beth demands making grabby hands.

“Baby, you’re getting too big for mama to carry,” Billie tries to reason. Beth’s bottom lip quivers and Lee can see that she’s about to cry again.

“Beth, why don’t you let daddy carry you,” he offers. Beth beams up at him, rushing over so he can pick her up. Billie mouths “Thank you” to him. Lee grabbed Billie’s hand and led her out of the house with his daughter in his arms. He’s on top of the world.

Billie follows Lee to his house. He lives in a simple ranch style house. It looks the same as the last time Billie saw it. Lee always said that this was just a first home. That he wanted to live there until he’d had a couple of kids. Then when the third baby was on its way, he would buy a bigger house.

Lee is quick to help Billie with the bags. She doesn’t have many. And she’d sold her furniture to a young couple down the hall. They enter into the living room and it’s just the same. Same furniture, just a little more worn down. Lee locked the door and led them towards the bedrooms. He set the suitcases down in the hall, between the master room and one of the spare rooms. Lee had furnished both the spare rooms with items he’d inherited when his mother died.

“Beth can sleep in this room,” he said pointing to the room next door to the master, “I’ve got some sheets for that bed in the closet. I don’t keep them on the bed unless I have company.” Billie nodded.

“It’s getting close to her bedtime. Do you mind getting her bed ready, while I give her a bath?” She asks, gesturing towards Beth, who is tiredly leaning against the doorway.

“Of course,” Lee says eagerly. Billie takes one case and begins digging through it. He can see that it’s Beth’s clothes. Billie is quick to find a small little night dress for Beth, before picking up another bag and finding Beth’s shampoo and toothbrush. She leads Beth to the bathroom where she fills the tub and starts directing Beth into the tub. Lee smiles to himself at how right this feels.

After her bath, Beth demands a bedtime story. Billie sits in the rocking chair in the corner, Beth in her lap, gently rocking as she reads the story. Lee watches from the doorway. He’s not paying attention to what she’s saying. He’s enthralled by how maternal she looks. She looks like she was made to be a mother. She happily makes a new voice for each character, Beth fights to keep her eyes open. She, too, is captivated by her mother. But the exhaustion of the day wins, and her breathing evens out as she falls asleep. Billie carefully tucks Beth in with a gentle kiss of her forehead. She turns to Lee, shooing him from the room. She quietly closes the bedroom door.

Lee stares at Billie. Her baby blue dress brings out the blue in her eyes. Her hair is starting to fall from its perfect style. She looks as beautiful as always, but Lee knows her well enough to see that she’s completely exhausted.

“Let’s wash up and get to bed,” he coaxed. She nodded in agreement. Lee went to the bathroom first, quickly splashing water onto his face and washing up. Billie went next. She removed her makeup and brushed out her hair. She hated the way she looked without makeup. She knew she wasn’t nearly as pretty. But she also knew it was just better for her to take it off. She changed into a nightie, as well, before she exited the bathroom and went back to the bedroom. Lee was already in bed, and Billie was quick to crawl in next to him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him.

“I have something for you,” he hummed.

“Lee, I swear to God if you pull out your cock—“ Billie threatened. Lee laughed heartily and as quietly as he could with Beth in the next room.

“No, something else that I think you’ll like,” he smirked. Billie rolled her eyes playfully and shook her head. Lee got out of bed and went to the closet. Billie could see that he was looking for something. She saw him pull a shoebox from the top shelf, he quickly took what he needed from the box and put it back where he had found it. Whatever it was that he got from the box, he hid it behind his back. His eyes glinted mischievously as he approached the bed.

“So, I got this for you a while ago. And I kept it because I always hoped you would come back and I could give it to you,” Lee murmured as he kneeled down next to the bed. Finally, he revealed a small box. Billie had a feeling she knew what this was.

He opened the box, and revealed a beautiful ring. It was set on a thick gold band. In the center was a diamond that sparkled impossibly, an asscher cut. It wasn’t as large as the diamonds all the women in Hollywood got, but it was far larger than anything in this region of Ohio.

“Lee,” Billie gasped, “How long have you had this?”

“I got it a couple of weeks before you told me that you were pregnant,” he answered, smiling bashfully.

“I can’t let you give me this. It’s so extravagant,” she protested.

“Sugar, I’ve been dying to give you this ring for five years. So, marry me, let me give you this ring, and make me the happiest man alive,” Lee smiled, “Please.”

“Of course,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. Lee slid the ring up her finger. It fit perfectly. Lee got up from the floor and got back onto the bed. He crawled over Billie before kissing her deeply. When she cupped his cheek he could feel the extra weight of the ring. It spurred him on, his bit down on her bottom lip before kissing down to her neck. Her hands raked through his short hair. His fingers went to the apex of her thighs, he slid her panties to the side and plunged two fingers into her. He was shocked that she was already quite wet. He kissed her neck, as the room filled with obscene noise from her pussy.

“Lee, please. I need you inside me,” she begged.

“I am inside you, baby,” he teased.

“Your cock. I need your cock,” she mewled, “I need to feel you inside me.” Lee wasn’t about to argue with a beautiful woman in his bed. He helped her out of her nightdress and underwear. She yanked on his boxers until he helped her get them off. He settled himself between her thighs. He lazily rubbed his cock over her slit, wetting his length. He pushed just the head of his cock in before removing it again. Billie pouted up at him.

“I think you may owe me a little something, darlin’,” he teased.

“Please, please,” she pled, clawing her fingers into his ass.

“Aww, look at my little baby. So desperate for my cock,” he mocked, he continued to rub himself against her pussy lips. “What would you do for my cock right now?”

“Lee,” she groaned. Billie was not interested in this game at the moment. Maybe a different night, but she just needed him to fuck her into the mattress. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

“I wanna make another baby with you, right now,” Lee growled in her ear.

Seriously? That was all he wanted. From how he was playing it, she thought he might want anal.

“Well,” she began as she moved her hips up and down, forcing him to take more friction, “then you better get to work, daddy.” She whispered the last word directly into his ear, before licking the shell of it. That was all it took for Lee to push into her abruptly. He stilled and looked down at her.

“Tell me you want me to get you pregnant,” he demanded.

“I want you to get me pregnant,” she whimpered.

“What?” He goaded.

“I want you to get me pregnant, daddy.” Lee began pumping in and out of Billie brutally, hitting that sweet place inside her that made her gush all over him.

“Fuck, did you get tighter?” He groaned. His hands palmed her breasts. Lee was sure it wasn’t just the five years of separation, but he was enthralled by how beautiful she was. She was perfect. His hands couldn’t grip all of her breasts, her hips flared out in delicious curves. Her tummy was soft, softer than before, it was an aftereffect of having his baby, Lee was sure. Her thighs were thick, he couldn’t help but imagine those wrapped around his face as he fucked her with his tongue. But that was a task for another day, or maybe just later.

His hands skated down her figure to grabs her hips. He held onto her so tight, he knew it would leave bruises but he used his grip as leverage to fuck her harder. Her legs locked around him, as he thrust in so hard it pushed her farther up the bed, until her head hit the headboard. Billie threw one hand up to stop her head from slamming harder into the headboard, but that action just forced the headboard to slam into the wall.

“Lee,” she moaned, “We have to be quiet.” They had a little one to worry about now. Lee slowed, but the headboard kept hitting the wall. He pulled out and stood next to the bed. Billie immediately pouted at the loss of him inside her.

“Come here,” he cooed. She crawled over to him and began to lay back before he stopped her.

“No, back to me, feet on the floor,” he commanded. She followed his directions and stood so her back was pressed to his front. He held her tightly to him. Kissing her neck, as one hand held her hip and the other ran over her belly.

“Can’t wait til you’re all swollen with me,” he hummed in her ear. He pushed her forward onto the bed, before pushing back inside her. Billie turned her face so she could moan into the bedspread. Lee used this new position to fuck her deeper. And as hard as he could. His hands held her hips tightly, and he bent over her, kissing her neck and back. She got wetter and wetter the more attention he paid to her back. That was something he’d never discovered and he loved it. He started sucking bruises between her shoulder blades and the curve where her neck met her shoulder.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped. Her juices were starting to trickle down her thighs.

“So wet,” he smirked, one hand curving around her body to rub her clit. Lee could feel her legs starting to shake.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” He teased. She nodded desperately, not able to speak. Her hands went to the bedspread and gripped it tightly. Lee kissed the back of her neck, and felt her clench a bit tighter around him. He laved his tongue over the same area, before sucking a bruise in the same section. Billie’s eyes rolled back and she came with a shout. It took all of Lee’s self control not to follow her. He slowed his thrusts as she came down. He pulled out, very pleased to see her dripping as he did.

He rolled Billie onto her back. He wanted to look at her when he came. He cupped her face, she was still in a daze, but she looked up at him dreamily. He pushed back into her, and she moaned, quietly.

“I love you,” she whimpered.

“I love you, baby,” he told her. Tears sprang to her eyes, as he rolled his hips slowly against her.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, “I wish I never left.”

“Shh, it’s okay,” he reassured. She reached up to touch his face.

“You need to know, I missed you everyday. I regretted it everyday,” she sobbed, “I was so stupid. You are the only man I ever could’ve loved and I left you.” Lee stopped moving, but stayed inside her.

“Honey,” he said, “It’s okay. I promise. I’m never gonna stop loving you. Not even you leaving could change that. Just be with me now. We don’t have to worry about anything else but the future, okay?”

“Okay,” she whispered. He kissed her forehead.

“Do you want to stop? We can just go to sleep if you want.”

“No, I want to keep going.”

“You sure?” He asked.

“Yeah, please,” she begged, “I want you to feel good.” She leaned up to kiss him. Her hands lightly scratched over his back, encouraging him to keep going. Lee hesitated but picked his movements back up, he was going slow. Slower than Billie wanted.

“Faster,” she commanded. Lee complied, slamming into her.

“Say my name,” he growled.

“Lee,” she breathed in a high pitch voice.

“Tell me what you want, honey,” he grunted.

“I want you. I want you to cum inside me,” she gasped.

“Are you mine?”

“Yes, yours. All yours.” Lee was pummeling into her now, chasing his orgasm.

“I love you, Lee,” she whimpered. And those words sent Lee careening over the edge of the cliff. His hips stuttered into her, as he came. Rope after rope of hot cum painted her walls. Billie fluttered around him. Lee panted above her, but leaned down to capture her mouth all the same. His tongue tangled with hers.

When they broke apart, Lee pulled out. Billie started to sit up, but Lee pushed her back down.

“Stay on your back,” he ordered, “I want it to take.”

“Honey, we have all the time in the world to try again,” she laughed. Lee didn’t care. He picked her up from the edge of the bed, and set her down, so she could lay against the pillows. He helped her get under the sheets before joining her. He thought about pushing inside her again so none of his cum could leak out. Billie turned onto her side so she could lay across his chest. He scowled at her for ignoring his directions.

“Don’t worry. I’ll let you fuck your cum back into me in the morning,” she sighed, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck. Lee chuckled, and wrapped one arm around her. He was dragging his hand up and down her back when he felt it. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it was a bumpy spot on her back. It didn’t feel like the rest of her soft skin. He peered down and saw several dots. They were in clusters all over her back. He hadn’t noticed them before, he’d been too preoccupied.

“What are these?” He asked her. Billie stiffened. She was like a board in his arms.

“It’s nothing Lee. Let’s just get to sleep,” she hummed.

“Tell me,” Lee said sternly.

“Just… just don’t freak out, okay?” She murmured, pulling away to look at his face. “They’re healed cigarette burns. Larry was an angry drunk.” Lee felt a murderous rage race through his blood. He had half a mind to get dressed and go find that bastard that very instant. “Honey, please just stay calm.”

“Stay calm? How do you expect me to stay fucking calm?” Lee hissed through gritted teeth, trying to stay quiet for Beth’s sake.

“It’s okay. It’s over. I’m here and he’s back in New York,” she soothed.

“I could just kill him,” Lee growled.

“I’m okay,” she promised, “Let’s just go to sleep. Please.” Lee nodded begrudgingly. He pulled Billie back into him. She quickly fell asleep, but Lee was content to just hold Billie for a moment. Happy that after so long she was back in his arms.

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Can we get a John x reader I really don’t have anything specific in mind 🥺 just maybe that he ends up meeting reader while he’s already married or something, make it angsty but with a fluffy ending pls 😈

A/N: I went a bit out of script with this one, but my reasons is that I want to do a part 2 of this one with the possibility of doing a love triangle, but you readers would have to tell me who you want as John’s rivals. I really hope you like it. I was so inspired by this one. Romantic John is my favourite John! @huskyhunny thank you for requesting babes again sorry changing stuff, but I promise the angst and the fluff will come in due time! Hope you enjoy it✨

The Royal Ballet | Part 1

John Shelby x Fem!Reader

Scenario

That night was cold you recalled. You were right up on stage, ready to give your best performance, but the wind that was whispering through the stage made you shiver and as a result you tilted back a little. You heard the director of the opera murmuring you to stay still, as the curtain and drapes where starting to open and reveal you. In your harmonious posture, with a sateen white dress covering your body, but revealing your legs and your ballet shoes. When the music started to play, your body started to move along with it. You gracefully dance from a corner to another, spinning and jumping. You hair was free on you shoulders an artistic choice made by the director who was now trying to take a peek at the audience.

Amazed. The audience couldn’t take their eyes off the amazing ballerina that everyone was hearing about lately. Y/N Y/S, the artist that everyone wanted to see swinging on stage. You were known best to be the first act of the Royal Ballet in London and also, the reason why everyone bought the ticket in the first place. There was something about how your gracefully made art using your body that simply left everyone in the urge of wanting more and more.

Soon enough even the most influent please in the City had to have a taste of what you could do, and that was one of those night. You recalled hearing the director speaking about how the Peaky Blinders reserved some tickets, the best seats. However you couldn’t believe that such men would have spent their hours into watching the show, you knew that there was more, but you couldn’t crush the director’s hopes.

Thomas, Arthur and John Shelby were all there, seated in the best seats, but they attention were elsewhere - or part of their attention -.

Thomas was seated next to Darcy Sabini, trying to have a decent and peaceful business conversation, he took the chance knowing Sabini wouldn’t ruin the spectacle as he invested in the theatre and part of the money made that night was his. Arthur was carefully listening to their conversation, seated by his Thomas’ side, he had a hand inside his jacket, holding his gun and was ready to take it out at any time. The youngest brother however, forgot about the purpose of their attendance for a second. He was completely drawn by how your body was moving and how your face was telling so many stories in such a short time. His eyes couldn’t stop looking at you, how your dress sometimes lifted revealing a gown that was meticulously fitted around your body, how your hair covered your face whenever you spinned and the smile you would always make whenever your eyes looked over to the audience. Your skin glowing with all the lights pointing at you and the way you would end up on your feet after every scary jump. Those shoes must hurt, he thought. Spectacular that was spectacular. When your act was over and you came closer to the audience to take your compliments and applauses, you smiled and took a little bow, before running to the backstage in order for the second act to start and so the other ballerinas came in, giving the start to another magical story. John looked at Arthur and Thomas, both still in the middle of the conversation. If he did his move now, he would have probably came back before the second act was over so he slowly started to stand up. Arthur as the eagle he was, looked over him and grabbed his jacket “Where you think you’re going? Sit your arse down”

“Got to use the loo, you wouldn’t want something else to be sit in this seat with my arse ye” John quickly explained, which made Arthur relax as he walked away.

He didn’t even notice if the girl was beautiful, at this point it didn’t matter, her essence was beyond the door of beauty, but he knew that if he didn’t talk to that angel she would have come into his dreams and made them sweet nightmares. So he stepped quickly into the backstage, hoping that his brothers would have still leaned their attention to Sabini. Surprisingly no one was there to stop his, the place was filled with costumes and jewels, he was surprised that with so many choices, the girl was only wearing a simply white dress. But then he thought that maybe it was the perfect choice as she was brighter that millions of them jewels.

You were in the middle of changing your dress for the last act, a tribute to Romeo and Juliet, that required you to wear a more elegant and complicated costume. There was two of the assistants that were helping you tighten the corset “Easy now..” you moaned when one of them laces were pulled suddenly. When you looked at yourself in the mirror to make sure your corset was fitted properly, you saw his reflection as well and that made you gasped in surprised.

And he was surprised as much as you were, his cheeks slightly turning into a deep red as he watched how the corset made your body bloom into its shape. “I am sorry I didn’t want to intrude.” He quickly said turning himself to give you the chance to cover yourself.

“We don’t usually receive admirers during the play” you said, telling the two assistants to quickly fix your skirt and so they did and left. “Perhaps you could tell me who you were looking for and come back at the end of the play” you suggested and walked towards him.

When he heard your voice closer now, he turned to face you and that’s when it hit me. Not just talented as an angel, heaven gifted you also with beauty. He couldn’t help but smile at you “I’m here for you” he said “I couldn’t resist and wait the end of the play, I hope you won’t mind my impatience, but I desperately wanted to meet the woman that is now going to haunt my dreams”

And you chuckled, never in your life you met someone so blunt, blunt and handsome. Such light blue eyes that you could swear to have seen some clouds in them “No one ever complained about me haunting their dreams.” You said. He took a few steps closer, but you didn’t move, instead you bit your lips trying to hold a smile.

“Maybe, only if you allow it, they could turn into sweet dreams” he said slowly sliding the tips of his fingers through your arm, and that made you shiver ten times more than the cold surrounding the stage. He gently held your hand in his and took it close to him so he could place a small kiss on it. Such a small and usual contact, but it made your whole body burn. “I’m John Shelby, and you are?”

You proceeded and say your name. You were by then already drowning in his eyes that it took you a few seconds before you actually realised who he said he was. But did it really matter? So charming and handsome, two combination that always got you smitten. You let go of his hand that he was still smartly keeping on yours “You said you came here for me, but I don’t see any flowers, or rather compliments coming out of your mouth. I thought you were an admirer” you said, now allowing yourself some space and you moved closer to the mirror to do your make up.

John felt his chest less heavier now that he had some space within you two. Having you so close and not being able to do anything but looking at you with desire was nothing but torture “I’m not that type of admirer miss Y/S” he said while lighting up a cigarette “You were stunning, but my eyes looked over the artist and saw a woman” he justified himself and his presence there, the cigarette slowly burning out in his lips as he was too drawn in your curves and how you moved to even care about smoking.

And you almost forgot you were putting lipstick on as you stopped, your arm lifted in the air with your hand close to your lips with a small red tinted brush, looking at him through the mirror again “Correct if I’m wrong, but I believe to have seen a ring on your finger” you said, now turning towards him once again, your back touch the edge of the table and your arms crossed to your chest, a small smile over your lips now that he was all stiff and his chest less puffed. “Married in front of God and now using words to allure another woman?”

John was really one that would go to church or act before the name of God, after all he couldn’t possibly do such a thing and do what he does at the same time. So he just smiled back “God himself couldn’t resists to temptation and made us, in all shapes, colours and form. Who am I then to not allow myself of the pleasure of having a conversation with you? God made us to be happy, I’m quite happy right now if you ask me” And he finally decided to turn off the cigarette, placing it behind his ear.

You couldn’t help yourself but laugh. He looked so young but so manly at the same time, a bit of an unrefined look, but such languid words “You don’t love your wife then?”

“Love can mean many things” he answered deceiving your question.

“Do you love her?” You asked again.

“I am loving you right now.” He then said.

And that did something to your heart and stomach, that quickly came filled with butterflies. “I have another act in lees then five minutes, perhaps you could take me home and tell me more about your perception of love” you said with a bright smile and your face, which he quickly to returned. If only you knew how much trouble that offer of yours would have gotten you into...

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Azriel x Gwyn - The Library Visit

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29716227/chapters/73879674

Returning from his latest mission, he found the house empty.

Azriel didn’t know where Cassian and Nesta were, but they weren’t here. He would’ve detected their presence otherwise.

So he sat for breakfast alone.

He’d grown so used to having Cassian and Nesta around that he now felt their absence. He couldn’t say whether or not that bothered him.

Having finished off his fruit, Azriel started on his oatmeal. He’d just raised the spoon to his lips when something fell down from the ceiling with a thud. He glared up at the ceiling. Turning his attention back to the table, he saw that it was book. One that narrowing missed crashing into his bowl.

He set down his spoon, brow furrowed in confusion.

He’d heard from Cassian about the house occasionally delivering books to Nesta at her request. But this was the first time it had done anything for the sort in his presence.

Not to mention, he hadn’t asked for any book.

He reached out, taking the sizable thing in his hands. Azriel wiped the dust off the cover. Based on at the title, he had good idea of who might be looking for this book.

He stared up to the ceiling.

“What are you doing?” he asked aloud, then felt a fool for speaking to a house.

Although Nesta had claimed countless times that it understood her, Azriel still had trouble believing the thing was sentient. When nothing else happened he turned his attention back to the book and studied it.

It looked ancient. Further leading him to think it must belong in the library.

Abandoning his half-eaten breakfast, Azriel got up from his seat and headed down the stairs.

Not long after he arrived at the front desk of the library, greeted by Clotho’s customary pleasantness.

“Hello Clotho,” he greeted.

She smiled politely, and began jotting down her words.

May I ask why you’re here?

He peered down at the volume under his arm.

“For Gwyn, could you call her here?” he asked.

She tilted her head in question.

Why? She wrote.

“I think I have something she might want to see,” he said.

She studied him, obviously curious but not asking anything further

Okay.

She started to compose another note.

At that precise moment, another priestess walked by. Silently, Clotho got up from her seat and handed the folded note over to the female.

She read it, eyed him briefly and then was off without a word.

Most of the priestess’ were still a bit nervous around him. The only time he really interacted with them was during daily training sessions, and even after all this time not all them turned up for those. Their numbers continued to increase though, especially now with the girls were able to offer some help and guidance to the others. Cassian and Azriel no longer had to be present at all times.

It wasn’t long before he heard her familiar hurried footsteps coming up the stairs.

Gwyn paused at first when she saw him, and then she smiled.

He gave her a small smile back.

“Ro told me a handsome male was here to see me. I’d assumed it was Cassian,” she remarked.

He found himself a touch annoyed at her admission to finding his brother handsome. But more so he was curious.

“Does Cassian make a habit of coming down here?” he found himself asking.

“Well no, but I thought perhaps Nesta sent him down with a message for me,” she replied.

He nodded, that made sense, still, “Did the thought occur to you that it might be me?”

Her bright eyes watched him, “A small part of me considered it.”

Meaning she at least found him handsome as well. He supposed he could live with that.

“So, why have you come?” she inquired.

“Do I need a reason?”

“No. But I think you have one,” she said in return, daring him to contradict her.

He didn’t. Instead he raised the book he’d held at his side.

She eyes widened, “Where did you find that?”

“A friend,” he answered, glancing up briefly.

She stared up at the ceiling in annoyance.

“I asked you to help me find it. Why did you send it to him instead?” she said all in a huff.

It was cute.

Done addressing the house, her attention turned back to him, “Thank you for bringing it to me,” she said graciously, hand outstretched.

He hesitated. Not sure he wanted to turn it over to her just yet.

“Did you want company?” he offered.

She pulled her hand back, “You’re not too busy?” she asked, surprised.

“Not at this time,” he answered. And never for you, he wanted to add.

She smiled, “Clotho, is it alright if Azriel joins me for some light reading?”

The older female quickly composed her words.

Just make sure no one feels uncomfortable with his presence.

“Of course,” Gwyn agreed.

She held out her hand again for the book. He considered offering to carry it for her. But she looked so eager to get her hands on it, he turned it over.

They headed down the stairs to the floor below, side by side, a comfortable silence passing over them. Gwyn picked out an empty table tucked away in the corner.

Laying the book down reverently on the tabletop, she dusted it off and took a seat. He sat down across from her. Grin on her face, she peeled back the cover, turning each proceeding page with care.

“If you don’t mind my asking, why the sudden interest in your heritage?”

She peeked up from the book to meet his eyes, “Has Nesta told you how I’ve been trying to go out more?”

He nodded. He'd been glad to hear it.

“On one of the occasions, someone asked me. Not rudely or anything, just out of curiosity I think, about where I’m from and all I could say was the temple.”

She gazed off wistfully, “It made me realize I know so little about my origins.”

He could understand that.

“Also, I’ve been having these...dreams lately. I think they might be visions. Some good, some bad. But I can’t help feeling as though they’re tied to the questions I’ve been asking about myself lately, if that makes sense.”

As far as he knew Gwyn was no seer, so the idea that she would be getting visions of any sort was concerning.

“How do you know they aren’t nightmares?” he asked and saw her bite her lip.

“Because I’ve had nightmares before.”

He stilled. Given her past, she must’ve had her fair share of nightmares. He hated the very thought. Hated that she continued suffer because of some piece of shit.

But Gwyn never talked about what happened to her at the temple.

The night Azriel had dragged that bastard off of her, killing him and the rest of Hybern’s men. But he’d arrived too late. It was but another regret on his endless list.

Azriel did not blame her for burying the memory deep, where no one could reach it. He never discussed his past either, content to have it remain there where it belonged. They were same in that regard.

“Look at this!” she exclaimed, somber mood gone. The excitement in her voice drew him out of his thoughts.

Azriel got up from his seat, and move around the table to stand behind her.

Her finger pointed to a page discussing water nymphs. Just at a glance, he could see the thing went into great detail. Going as far as to distinguish between seawater and freshwater nymphs. He observed quietly as Gwyn’s eyes lit up, as she read over the contents.

On the next page was an image that depicted a nymph manipulating the water. Something he had never in fact seen.

He could almost feet the excitement radiating off of Gwyn at the sight.

She turned her head abruptly to look at him, but he stood so close their lips nearly touched.

Their eyes met and for minute neither one dared to breathe. Without thinking, he inched closer.

Only for another book to fall down from the ceiling, the shock throwing them apart.

Gwyn’s attention pulled away from him, as she instead moved to check the house’s latest finding.

Are you with me or against me house? Azriel silently cursed.

And though he knew it was impossible, he felt as though it was chuckling at him.

His attention returned to the table. Gwyn was studying the new dusty thing with wary eyes.

“Gwyn, is everything alright?”

She turned at the sound of his voice, eyes almost grave.

“I’m not sure.”

That was not what he had hoped to hear.

- - -

She could’ve sworn it looked as though he meant to kiss her. His breath warmed her face.

Gwyn stayed fixed in place, waiting to see what he’d do. But before she could find out, the house dropped another massive tome onto the table. Startling her and shifting her attentions away from the male by her side.

Upon first glance, she knew this was no ordinary book. If the book she’d been studying was old, this one was ancient. It radiated power, which made her nervous.

“Gwyn, is everything alright?” Azriel asked from her side.

It was like nothing she’d ever seen in library, written in the language she didn’t recognize.

“I’m not sure,” she admitted.

She reached out a tentative hand, running her fingertips over the cover. The mere touch sent a sharp jolt shooting up her arm - causing her cringe back.

Azriel placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “Gwyn?” he voiced with concern, “What's wrong?”

She stared at the ancient, “I...something is wrong with this book.”

His brow furrowed in confusion. Azriel reached for the book in question, but as soon he has it in his grip he recoiled.

“What the...”

She turned to him, “You sense it too?”

He nodded.

They fell still. Staring at the thing, until someone cleared their throat behind them.

Turning in her seat she saw Merrill standing some distance away, eyeing them distastefully.

Gwyn immediately got up from her seat, forcing Azriel to shift back.

“What are you doing here?” the older woman asked.

At first, she thought the female was addressing Azriel. But when her eyes never left Gwyn, she realized the question was meant for her.

She didn’t think she owed the female an explanation, but she offered one anyway, “I was doing some research.”

“I don’t remember asking you to do any sort of research that would involve you needing the help of a Illyrian warrior.”

Gwyn’s eyes shot to Azriel, who regarded Merrill distaste, presumably for the tone she was taking. While she was grateful for his support, it wasn’t the time or place.

“It’s my own personal research, and Azriel was keeping me company.”

Merrill’s brows lifted, “Since when do you require the company of a male to get things done?”

That comment irked Gwyn. It was completely unnecessary.

“I do not require it but he is my friend and I quite enjoy his company.”

The older female continued to eye her, “I assume this has something to do with you trying to trace your origins.”

“It does,” she affirmed.

“But also...” she trailed off, considered what she should and should not say.

“Also what?” the older female prompted.

“I found an old text I’ve never seen or heard of before,” she stated, “I can’t even read it.”

Merrill eyes narrowed, “Show it to me.”

Gwyn turned around to find the text gone.

“It’s...it’s gone,” she said in voice that was barely above a whisper.

Azriel swung around at her words and at the sight of the missing tome, appeared equally shocked.

“Well?” Merrill asked.

“It appears to have disappeared.”

“Has it now?” Merrill responded in disbelief.

Gwyn took offense to her accusation, but she held her tongue.

“I shouldn’t have wasted my time with this conversation. I have work to do. You do as well Gwyn, do not fall behind. I expect to see the texts I requested on my desk tomorrow by noon.”

Gwyn nodded her head once, “Of course.”

They always are. She wanted to say. But it would be pointless to argue with Merrill. The woman hardly cared what others had to say.

Gwyn watched in silence as the older priestess disappeared up the library stairs.

Once she was out of sight, Azriel spoke to her, “Is she always that pleasant?”

Gwyn eyed him a moment, then burst out laughing.

He stared as her with surprise on his face, “What?” he asked almost innocently.

“I sometimes forget you have a sense of humor,” she confessed.

He scoffed in mock offense, “Of course I do.”

“Right, well, it just so rarely makes an appearance.”

He shot her a crooked smile, “Fair enough.”

She couldn’t help but stare at him. He was so beautiful, especially when he smiled. She was grateful to him for lifting her mood. Seeing Merrill outside of when she had to do work for the older female was something Gwyn would admit she consciously avoided.

But still, she could not help rethinking the encounter.

She stared down at where the book had been. “It’s strange don’t you think?” she said aloud, “That the book disappeared right when I tried to show it to Merrill?”

Azriel gave a nod in agreement, as the wheels in her head started turning.

“Do you think it’s possible that the book didn’t want to be found? Or, perhaps, the house didn’t want it to be found?”

The house has shown it to them and then taken it away when the tried to show it to someone else, surely that couldn’t be a coincidence.

“I suppose that’s possible, stranger things have happened,” he conceded, “Do you remember the title on the cover?”

She gave it some thought, “I remember the characters. Not that I know what any of them mean.”

“Then perhaps we should ask Rhys and Amren about it,” he suggested.

Gwyn turned to him, “Would they be alright with that?”

“Let me ask.”

She waited as he communicated silently with the High Lord.

“Rhys says it’s fine.”

She smiled, relieved to hear they might get some answers. She glanced up at the ceiling once more, to address the House as Nesta had taught her to do, "Do you think you could send this book on nymphs to my room, so I might read it later?"

The House did not respond, of course, it never did. But when she peeked down at the table she found the book gone.

Azriel eyed the empty space where it'd been warily, before turning to her, "Do you think it would all us to summon that other book again?"

Something in her gut told her the answer, but she tried anyway.

"Could you perhaps, send us that mysterious book again?" she asked. They waited. Nothing.

Of course, it could not be so easy.

“I’ll have to fly us part of the way to Rhys and Feyre's, and then we can winnow the rest. Is that alright?”

She nodded, with that decided they hurried up the stairs toward the nearest balcony. Truth be told, she was thrilled at the prospect of flying. Cassian had carried her along with Nesta a few times, and she loved it.

When they arrived at the balcony, Azriel placed a hand on the of small her back and bent slightly to lift her off the ground. He pulled her close to his chest. She basked in the heat of having his body so close to hers.

He peered down at her, “You ready?”

“Ready,” she affirmed.

With that, he took off.

She didn't bother to conceal her smile. Sunshine on her face, wind in her hair, Gwyn felt giddy. Staring down at the sights below, she felt like the grand adventurers she’d only ever read about as a child.

She turned her head to look up at Azriel, only to find him watching her as if she were the most interesting thing. She averted her eyes and fought to keep from blushing. Surely, she was overthinking.

They continued on in amicable silence until they were outside of the perimeter that limited winnowing. At that point, she felt Azriel’s magic wrap around them and in the next instant they reappeared in the house of the High Pair.

He let her down onto her feet. Not a moment later, Rhysand appeared to greet them. He hugged his brother and flashed her a dashing smile. She would admit the High Lord was quite handsome, although not quite as handsome as Azriel. But she could see the charm and appeal.

“It isn’t like you to request a meeting, Az,” the male stated, “You said you had something to show Amren and I?”

“Actually, Gwyn does,” Azriel said, looking over his shoulder to her. Rhysand’s gaze went to her as well.

Before, she had the chance to reply the front door swung open.

“What’s this about a book boy?” Amren asked, not bothering with any sort of greeting.

Gwyn found it odd the elder being referred to the males of the Night Court boys. After all, they were all clearly grown. But neither Azriel nor Rhysand made any mention of it.

“Do have a pen and paper I could use?” she asked, directing her question to Rhysand.

The High Lord gave a single nod, “Of course, let’s go to my office.”

Moving down the halls, she kept by Azriel’s side as the four of them headed to the office. Once inside, the male went straight for his desk. He pulled out a pen and paper, laying it out on the desk for her.

Gwyn stepped forward and jotted down the characters she remembered. Azriel stood to her right and Amren her left.

The older female scanned the paper, “This text is old. Very old,” she emphasized.

Her head turned to Gwyn, “Where did you say you found it?”

Gwyn shook her head, “I didn’t. It found us.”

The female’s brow arched in question, or, perhaps, disbelief. Gwyn didn’t know her well enough to be sure.

“Strange,” she commented.

At that precise moment, someone else stepped into the office. Gwyn turned around to see Mor walking in.

“Where have you been?” Rhysand asked.

She plopped down into a seat, “Dropping off Nesta and Cassian at one of the Illyrian camps.”

“Why?” he asked.

She tilted her head, “They didn’t say exactly. Only that someone named Balthazar sent word to them about something to do with Emerie.”

At the mention of Emerie, all her other concerns were temporarily forgotten. This was the first time Gwyn was hearing anything about it.

“I’d planned to stay and help but they insisted they could handle it, and you know those misogynistic assholes can’t stand have me around long.”

For Balthazar to reach out to Cassian and Nesta meant it must be something of note. Gwyn could not help her worry, and a small part of her felt hurt that Nesta hadn’t thought to come to get her from the library so they could go see Emerie together. If Emerie needed help, Gwyn wanted to be there.

She turned to Azriel, “Will you take me there?”

“Where?” Azriel asked, as though it weren’t obvious.

“To the Illyrian camp,” she clarified.

Azriel grimaced. It was her understanding that he couldn’t much stand the company of the other Illyrians. She shouldn’t have asked him. Gwyn spun toward Mor.

“Or could you perhaps take me?” she asked, “I am sorry for the trouble but if there’s even a chance Emerie might need me I want to be there.”

Mor eyed her a moment. She’d only met the other female a handful of times. But she saw no harm in asking. As far as she knew, the High Lord’s third in command was a gracious person.

“No, if you’re going I am coming with you,” Azriel insisted.

All eyes turned to him. She took that as a sign that it must be a rare occasion for him to volunteer to return to the place he’d been born.

“Are you sure?” she questioned.

He gave her a stern look that made it clear there’d be no talking him out of it.

She gave him a brief smile, “Thank you.”

“We’ll look into this, and let you know what we find out,” Rhysand reassured them from behind his desk.

She sent the High Lord her a grateful smile, while Azriel simply nodded at his friend.

Azriel turned to face her, and she did the same. He held her by the elbows.

“Ready?” he asked.

She nodded affirmatively, and then they were off.

I’m coming Emerie. She whispered silently to herself.

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Notes: This chapter took longer than I’d anticipated. I think that’s partly due to the fact that I’m weaving in more plot and the fact that there were a number people I wanted to incorporate. All while trying to keep everyone as in character as I could, which is something I always try to do. It’s one of the main reasons I haven’t allowed myself to read any other Gwynriel fanfiction. Because I don’t want anyone else’s vision influencing or altering my perception of the characters. Once I finish my own story/versions of events I’ll probably try to check out others.

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idy-ll-ique · 4 years

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Ethereal.

Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Requested: by @sushiinmidnight

How about reader x chris evans and they've met before and one day he is walking Dodger past a cafe and he sees her there and goes in to talk to her ends up raining so they go back to her place walking in the rain ....

Summary: Y/N has a job interview at a cafe near her house. As she is leaving after the interview, the interviewer asks her out on a date but before she could answer, Chris and Dodger interrupt her. What happens when Chris finds out that she said yes to the date? Will he try to win her over?

Author's Note: Hi guys, I'm back. first of all, @sushiinmidnight , thank you so much for the prompt! Many people were expecting the sequel to one of my other fics, Dogs (read it here). I decided to make it that (also, I'm sorry if the ending isn't what you required, I really am! hope you still like the fic 😚). Enjoy!

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"I'm awfully sorry about this, Bet, but I have an important interview at the cafe and I can't keep Zeus alone at home," Y/N apologized to her sister again as she stood by her door. "Are you kidding? I love hanging out with Zeus, she is so friendly!" Bethany laughed, kneeling over to pet Zeus who sat by her feet. Y/N smiled.

"Thanks again, goodbye!" Y/N left and heard the door closing behind her. She walked to the cafe where her job interview was, nervously playing with her hands. Y/N had a degree in business administration, which she wanted to put to good use. Having been jobless for 5 years, she felt like she needed something to do.

She reached the cafe and a man waved her over. Immediately recognizing him as Oliver, her interviewer, she walked up to him. "Miss Y/N Y/L/N? Please, have a seat." She grinned at him and sat down. They exchanged greetings and proceeded with the interview.

In her opinion, the viva went great. Apparently, Oliver thought the same. "That was awesome, Y/N, you're good at this! I can't tell you this now, but I'm 95% sure that you're gonna get a call back." A relieved and excited smile bloomed on Y/N's face. "That is wonderful!"

"Hey, um, also off-topic, I wanted to ask you something."

"Go ahead."

"Do you wanna get a coffee with me sometime? I have another interview to take right now so maybe later?" Oliver rubbed the back of his head. She was about to answer him when a bark startled them both. They whirled around just as a dog jumped into Y/N's arms. "Dodger, stop both— Y/N? Hey, how are you?"

"Hi Chris, I'm good. I missed you too, Dodger," Y/N laughed, kneeling and petting the dog's head as he happily wagged his tail. "Chris Evans?" Both turned to look at Oliver. "Hey, nice to meet you!" Chris smiled at the man. "Chris, this is Oliver, my interviewer." They shook hands.

"Oliver, nice."

"Hi, it's nice to meet you, too. Unfortunately, I have to leave now, so Y/N…?"

"Yes?"

"The coffee…"

Y/N considered her options. She had an obvious crush on Chris, but like, come on, as if he's ever going to like her back. Plus, Oliver was hella good-looking. "I'd like to go on a date," she smiled at him. "Awesome! I already have your number, I'll text you later, okay? Bye!" Oliver left.

Chris, meanwhile, sported a huge frown on his face. She was going on a date with Oliver and not him? No, he decided, he was going to convince her to acknowledge her crush on him and go on a date with him. Not Oliver. "Chris? Everything okay?" He looked at Y/N and an automatic smile bloomed on his face.

"Wanna have coffee?"

"Damn, what is it with handsome men asking me for coffee today? Do I look that good in this suit?" Chris laughed at her joke. "You look ethereal. Let's go inside." Chris and Dodger entered the cafe, leaving Y/N to gape after him. Wait, what? She looked ethereal? No, let me rephrase that, he thought she looked ethereal?

Feeling butterflies in her stomach, she walked in. She saw him sitting in a corner with Dodger's leash tied to the table. She went over and sat in front of him, unable to contain herself. "Do you really think I look ethereal?" she blurted out. "Of course, I've thought that ever since I first saw you at the park 2 months ago."

"Holy fuck, Captain America thinks I'm hot."

"Language."

She burst out laughing at his joke, which caused him to smile. "Folks, what will your orders be?" They turned to look at the waitress, who gave them an amused smile. "Um, a Frappuccino, please," Y/N mumbled, embarrassed. "Same." She nodded and left.

"So, what's up? What was the interview for?" Chris asked, leaning back. "Nothing, just a tech company. I'm gonna work from home; I have lots of free time but I can't go out because of Zeus." At Zeus' name, Dodger let out a mighty bark. "Dodger has missed Zeus a lot," Chris chuckled. "Yeah, Zeus misses him, too."

"Now you're gonna be too busy to hang out with me," Chris pouted. Y/N blinked, since when did they decide hanging out was normal? She had only gone out with him 2 days and hadn't even seen him for 2 months! And suddenly they were best friends? Something was fishy…

"It'll be a 9-5, so I'll be free in the evenings," she shrugged, playing along with whatever he was suggesting. "Great! We can continue hanging out at the park, with Dodger and Zeus." Ah, she should've guessed. He was suggesting it for Dodger, not himself. I mean, there was no reason for him to hang out with her anyway, except for the fact that their dogs liked each other.

"Here you are." The waitress placed the two cups in front of them. Y/N picked hers up, hearing a loud rumble outside the room. "Hm, look at that," Chris commented and both looked out of the window. The sky was dark, laden with rain clouds. "We need to get out of here quickly," Y/N sighed, sipping her coffee.

Just as she said that, they heard raindrops hitting the window. "Too late," Chris laughed. "Looks like the storm will last a while…" The intensity of the rain soon increased and it started thundering. Y/N took out her phone and called Bethany, keeping the call on speaker and placing it on the table. "Y/N, still at the cafe?"

"Yes, I'm trapped with… with a friend," she answered, doing her best to not glance at Chris. "Okay, I get it. Don't come walking in the storm, you fall sick too easily. Remember when you fell sick that one time when you were 16? Took you quite a while to recover." Chris snickered as Y/N went red. "Yes, yes I do remember. I just called to ask if Zeus can live a while longer with you?"

"Bro, she can live with me forever!"

"Shut up, she's mine. Why do you younger sisters always steal stuff? Anyway, I have to go now, bye!"

"Bye, broski." Y/N ended the call, playfully glaring at Chris as he wheezed. "What are you laughing about?" she chided. "You have got to tell me the story of when you were 16? What happened?" Y/N sighed and rubbed her forehead. They had to spend a while here, she might as well become friends with the guy she was stuck with.

"Nothing. I got diarrhoea and it's disgusting so… live with it." He pouted and crossed his arms. "Fine, only because it's disgusting." All of a sudden, a news anchor's voice filled her ears and she turned to look. The receptionist had switched on television there.

The news reported that this unexpected storm was most likely going to last for hours. "Looks like we're all stuck here," she laughed seeing Y/N's expression. "I guess we are!" Chris said joyfully. Why was he so goddamn happy today? Y/N rolled her eyes at his cheerfulness.

Dodger hadn't barked in a while, so she glanced at him. "Aw, Chris, he's asleep," she crooned, clasping her hands. "He always sleeps during storms. The thunder scares him and when he's asleep, he can't hear it so that's good." Y/N laughed. "Zeus is the same, she's scared of storms too."

"Our dogs are so alike, no wonder they like each other so much," she sighed, finishing the last of her coffee. "Can the same be said about us?" Y/N blinked and looked at Chris, who intently stared right back at her. "Uh… pardon?" she stammered. "What things do you like?"

"I… Marvel, I guess."

"Oh, I love that."

"You know my likes and dislikes, dude, we've met before," she deadpanned. "That I do," he winked, resting his head on the table. "Hey, can I ask you a question?" Y/N didn't want to be blunt, but she had to be. It was the only way to get some answers out of Chris' big, beefy body.

"Sure, love."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?" He sat up, frowning. "It's obvious you're flirting with me, I mean, I'm not dumb. I just… why? Why me?" He remained frozen for a few minutes before speaking. "I obviously like you," he spoke quietly, "I just want you to feel the same. I really do like you, Y/N. Ever since you offered me your water bottle the day we met. Remember that?"

She did, indeed, remember that.

"But it's just… I like that you are doing this… just… I felt like it was sudden."

"Do you want me to tell you the truth?" He looked at her with such innocent eyes that she found herself nodding involuntarily. "Please don't go out with Oliver today." Before she could stop herself, she started laughing. "Chris—" She took his hand and clasped it with hers, "—were you really jealous of Oliver?"

He pouted. "Not— not jealous…" he grumbled, reaching out with his other hand. "Aw come on, you are totally jealous of Oliver!" Y/N giggled, getting up. She sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. She liked him, he liked her, all was well and they were happy.

"Fine, maybe I am," he countered loudly, "Don't go out with him?" This time, it was much softer. "I won't, silly. I just had the best date ever." Y/N reached up to kiss his cheek, but pulling a pro-gamer move, Chris tilted his head so that his lips touched hers instead. Y/N wanted to pull away but she gathered herself and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Mm, you're mine," Chris mumbled when she pulled away to breathe. "Whatever you say, weirdo." He shoved her, rolling his eyes before quickly pulling her back to him, tightly wrapping his arms around her. "Your weirdo, right?"

"God, who would've thought Chris Evans would be so goddamn possessive," Y/N joked. "All the fanfictions about me correctly predict it…" Y/N looked at him with wide eyes. "What? You read fanfictions?" she asked loudly. "I've only read a few… they were somewhat accurate and somewhat not, but mostly fun. And surprisingly well-written."

"Hey guys, congrats!"

Chris and Y/N turned to look at the lone waitress and the receptionist. "Thanks! Just don't tell anyone, okay? People will come in mobs to kill me," Y/N snorted. "Come on, we've been hiding our relationship for a long time now, what's one more?" The waitress and the receptionist shared smirks. "Wait what? You're…?"

"Gay!"

"That's awesome!" Chris guffawed as the receptionist and the waitress shared a kiss. "I wish you both well," Y/N beamed at them. "As us, you!" the waitress grinned.

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"Y/N, I have to ask you something…" The rain had now cleared up, almost 3 hours later. Y/N, Chris and Dodger were now preparing to leave. "What is it?" She looked at him. "Tell Oliver you're not meeting him today." She good-naturedly rolled her eyes and took out her phone. "Okay, I'll tell him in front of you so you'd finally leave me alone."

"Babe, we're dating now, I'm never gonna leave you alone," he smirked. "Okay, you sap." She texted Oliver hi, I won't be able to make it today, I'm sorry :( and kept her phone away. "I am a sap and proud of it. Anyway, wanna come over later?" She considered her options. "I'll get Zeus from my sister's, change my clothes and be at your place soon, okay? Just text me your address."

"Great! Bye!"

"Chris, don't—" Too late, he gave her a quick kiss before she could remind him they were in public. As they walked in the opposite direction, Y/N shook her head.

No way today had just happened.

But it had.

And by God was it amazing.

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captain-barnes-writes · 4 years

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Someone Like You [3/6]

Summary: In which Sebastian tries to win you back a year and a half after your relationship’s rupture, but only because there’s a new man in your life. [Part 3]

(Mini-series)

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Latina

Warning: Angst (lotssss), language, 18+, future chapters will include smut (just warning y'all!) ; not proofread

Word count: 1.5k

Three months had glided by after that late night and Sebastian would be a liar if he said it hadn’t been a hassle to complete a simple task without a single thought of you. You were a brazen and permanent mark that he couldn’t erase no matter how hard he tried to rub you off.

A month after the one music video had been released, another one came. With the same Hispanic Bachata artist, this time for a different song. You were speaking Spanish in the beginning of the video, taking him back to the times you used to cuss him out in Spanish out of anguish and anger he’d make you feel. But also at the sweet words you’d utter in the language that was so foreign to him. It was for those first few seconds of the video that he was able to form a small smile as your sweet voice floated through his ears. He was smiling at the little rasp that your voice had and the slight squint of your eyes as you threw your head back in laughter, dark curls and dark eyes.

That little smile was quickly wiped off when the frame tuned to that of the singer who still couldn’t keep his hands off you and it made his blood boil over in rage. The dimples indented on the fuck-face were on full display as the full smile he wore didn’t vanish throughout the entire video. He couldn’t blame the man for beaming as if he’d won the lottery because quite frankly being in your presence felt quite like it.

It was another plotless video and made no sense, he deemed that the singer used this opportunity to get as close to you as possible yet again. You wore yet another dress, a tiny yellow sundress and your feet bare on the hot sand. The tropical theme had you on the beach, under a cabana and even on the sea shore.

You were dancing so eloquently and freely, hands so conscious of every movement your hip would make that they would move with ease. Two steps to the left and a slight jut of your hip and you’d do the same for the right. Dark curls bouncing with every movement you’d make. The man had wrapped his arms around your waist and proceeded to dance with you while singing the lyrics so precisely. He was going crazy at the thought of what could happen after the cameras had shut off, of what was happening in real life. He wondered, in a crazed manner, if you were showing him the same type of attention as in the videos.

Was he touching you?

Was he kissing you?

Were you letting him?

His girlfriend shifted on her side of the bed, squirming and sprawled her hand on his bare chest. His eyes shifted towards her sleeping figure, her body positioned on her stomach and head lazily on the soft pillows, and her breathing was so calm. He’d been in a haze and had almost forgotten where he was. It was a weekday in New York and since their fast-paced romance had been caught on camera there was no need to tip toe around the city anymore so they were at his own place. There was no longer a need to only spend time at her place.

She was kind and funny, brought him a sense of comfort. But it didn’t compare to what you’d given him. It was just that she had the label of girlfriend and you hadn’t. The thought tugged at his heart.

It was probably something truly sick and twisted as the sleeping and unknowing woman beside him breathed so softly in her sleep as he laid wide awake on his side with his phone grasped at his hand; the dim screen showing his searches filled with your name. His video search engine filled with your name too. He watched with his ear buds embedded in his ear, listening to your soft and nervous voice during interviews. The dark curls, your glowing skin and those gleaming brown eyes that were yet again driving him to the brink. His current situation was driving him towards a road of destruction if he kept this up.

God, what the hell was wrong with him. You consumed his every thought. Swirling and parading through his head like floating clouds of ethereal goodness. The last few months had been slightly arduous for him because in many ways he’d felt every single thing you had felt while you’d been with him. Angst, jealousy and an overwhelming tight feeling in his chest. He understood now.

He thought back to all the rumors, images and videos of you and that artist that had surfaced for the last few months. It wasn’t only an innocent, paid-job of being part of his two music videos but it seemed to have transpired into something more. The pictures of your dinner dates spread like wildfire through the media, people were shipping you and the fuckface already for god's sake. You were smiling so genuinely, straying behind the unbelievably successful man who donned an equally large smile. His hand was outstretched behind him, reaching for yours as the flashing cameras illuminated the both of you.

Huffing under his breath, he pressed the off button on his phone, removed the earbuds and placed both on the nightstand. He was tired and didn’t want to think anymore.

And as for you, you laid awake in bed as well in your New York home. The man beside you had barely gotten off you a few minutes ago and had already fallen asleep. His soft snores were invading the solemn quiet space of your bedroom.

Romeo Santos. He was handsome and romantic, sweeping you completely off your feet. And his voice? Talented and beautiful beyond belief. You’d started listening to his music in your teen years, and even though he was a lot older now, he still looked just as good as he had all those years ago. He was a good ten years older than you, a hefty number, but you liked it. Experienced, mature and with their shit together; at least that’s what you expected out of men who were nearly pushing the threshold of 40.

You couldn’t believe your luck at having gotten the call to be part of his music video during your vacation in the Dominican republic. You had said yes within a few seconds. Your instagram pictures showing off your well-deserved girls trip in the Caribbean region had probably gotten back to the Domincan artist, whom you’d noticed had already been following you.

The music video was out of your comfort zone, per say, as it included scenes that were rather risque for you. The lingerie and the steamy scenes on the crimson red bed had been rather intimidating upon reading the short script, but he’d made you feel comfortable.

And even while thinking back to those few months when you had met the handsome man beside you, your thoughts drifted back to another man who was two years shy of pushing 40.

Sebastian.

You wondered if he had seen your recent movie that had truly been the inception of your career, after only getting small roles, and if he saw recent announcements of roles you’d gotten for future films. It might’ve been vain, but you wanted him to see you. To appreciate you for once because it still hurt you so deeply that you had felt inadequate with him. You’d been at his beck and call for so long that you had finally mustered up whatever leftover pride you had and left his life. The situation had left you fragile, but you’d regained pieces of yourself and built your strength upon self love and your promise to never let another man use you.

Sebastian hadn’t been a bad person to you, he just had issues he needed to solve on his own. His commitment issues weren’t for you to fix. You got to know him as a lover and maybe as a friend too. But the moments you remembered most were those shared in your old apartment, on your bed. He’d been an incredible lover who wasn’t by any means selfish during your many nights together. You were lucky if you got a few hours of sleep with him around. He was insatiable. He always wanted you, was always kissing you and wanting some form of contact with you. You’d joked with him that he was like glue.

“You’re like glue, Seb. Get off me.” You laughed at the muscular, bare-chested man who was toppled on you. His hands were on your bare waist as his blue eyes traced over your face.

“And what about it?” He responded, big hands squeezing the fleshy sides of your hips and managed to give a slap to your naked behind. You shrieked in response, mouth and eyes agape.

“By glue I mean you’re making me all sticky and you won’t stop touching me!”

“You know you like it. Stop complaining.” He nuzzled his face into your neck, not even bothered at your protest.

His lips took hold of the sensitive skin below your ear, tongue lapping over the area he knew drove you crazy. Your soft mewls were the driving force to all his touching. He loved the sound of your breathy moans, your long nails scratching his back and the angelic reaction that would overtake your features. Mouth slightly ajar, gleaming eyes meeting his in silent pleas and the widening of your legs granting him the access he so needed.

“You see...That’s exactly why I’m like glue.” And you had nodded in response.

You found yourself thinking of him. Again. It was unfair that after all the progress you’d made to forget the man who’d always take your breath away, he still managed to do so even in your mind.

And as you took the phone from your nightstand, you did the one thing you didn’t think you’d ever do.

You unblocked Sebastian’s instagram.

(To be continued)

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Undercover I Do - Chapter 7

Characters: Javier Peña x female reader

Summary: While on an undercover assignment posing as a married couple, you are attacked and nearly assaulted. Upon waking, all you remember about Javier Peña is what you remembering seeing from two photographs of the two of you posing as the happily married couple. As you struggle to regain your memories, Javi struggles with his own feelings for you.

Rating: Mature (Eventual smut)

Warnings: Memories of attempted sexual assault, fake/pretend relationship, married and undercover trope, temporary amnesia, injury, swearing, soft Javi, feelings, I have no idea how amnesia really works, brief mention of masturbation, Javi reads poetry...did you know that?!?!?...me neither!

Word Count: 4407 (again....Whoopsie!)

Notes: A trip to the office in an attempt to jog your memories ends up revealing more about Javier Peña then you expected. Plus, a trip to the farmer's market knocks some things loose and a thunderstorm brings you and Javi closer.

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It had been a week since you’d come home from the hospital.

During that week, there had been so little success in regaining your memories save for those brief hopeful moments with Javi the previous weekend. Javi had done as much work from home as he could this past week; when he did have to go in to the office, he usually returned with stacks or boxes of paperwork, spreading out on the coffee table or in the kitchen like now, grumping that he didn’t want to leave you on your own for too long if he could help it. The time in the alone stretched on endlessly and you always felt a jolt of happiness when you heard the key in the lock and your husband strode in on a cloud of cigarette smoke, faded aftershave and cologne with (more often than not) a frustrated scowl decorating his handsome face. You always took note of how that scowl slipped from his face when he greeted you, though, and that moment always made you smile.

The previous day you’d joined Javi at work for a short while. You had discussed at dinner the night before that maybe more familiar surroundings would jar something loose...after all, Javi had said, the two of you usually spent more time at the office than you ever really did in your apartment. You eagerly agreed. If nothing else you were excited for a change of scenery.

It had been more awkward than anything, really and you were disappointed that nothing short-term had seemed to come back to you. Feistl and Van Ness had both greeted you warmly, inquiring as to whether you’d gotten the flowers they’d sent. Both younger men had kindly remarked that you looked like you were doing well and then proceeded to lapse into an uncomfortable silence, glancing from one another and then Javi before quickly scurrying off to complete some menial task. Dixon had found you as well, and had seemed a bit on edge when she had made small talk with you. You simply chalked it up to stress, but you had seen her pull Javi a short distance away and speak furtively to him, clearly irritated with something he had said or done. Javi’s brows had lowered over his dark eyes when the older woman had moved away and he had ushered you into his office, telling you he needed to pop into a quick meeting...shouldn’t take more than fifteen, twenty minutes and did you want to wait here or should he get a car to take you home?

You’d been happy to settle yourself onto the worn leather couch, but as the time ticked by you grew antsy and started pacing around your husband’s office, tracing the pens on the desk, sitting in his chair and twirling in it absentmindedly, aimlessly gazing at the maps and photographs on the walls and bulletin boards. As you wandered, the corner of your jacket caught on something on the edge of the desk, pulling it off and sending a stack of papers fluttering to the floor. You cursed, then bent to re-stack the papers, hoping they had not been in any kind of order. You saw a thin, navy blue book also on the floor and reached to pick it up.

Rumi: The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing

You were struck for a moment: what was Javi doing with a book of love poems at work? You sat down in his desk chair again. Flipping open the small book you noticed a name written neatly in a woman’s handwriting on the inside cover: Sofia Flores

A small piece of paper, worn with time was tucked between the cover and the title page. You carefully open it and read a small message in the same writing as the name:

Even though this marriage didn’t work out, my sweet Javi, remember: I will always love you. Xoxo

Your stomach clenched. “This marriage” hadn’t worked out? You felt like your mouth was suddenly sandpaper and you started to close the book and place it back on the desk when another loose paper fluttered out from the middle pages...one of many pieces of paper stuck there you realized as you flipped to the middle of the book of poetry, finding two with corners dogeared. Two poems on opposite pages bracketed a small collection of what appeared to be newspaper clippings. The first poem read:

“Lovers find secret places inside this violent world where they make transactions with beauty.”

And:

“I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come ’round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you’ve just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper “more”

Your breath caught at the simplicity and beauty of the poems, and it made your heart ache that your husband even possessed a book of poetry, much less one filled with such lovely words. You started to look through the clippings flattened between these two poems and were surprised when you noticed they all seemed to be about you.

There were five total: one from what appeared to be an interoffice newsletter highlighting your work as a successful agent in a mostly male dominated field. The short article included a photograph of you taken several years ago when you had graduated from Quantico. The other four were in Spanish and had clearly come from local Bogota papers. Each had grainy black and white photos of you (and two with Javi along with some other DEA agents) at different locations around the city taken during the last two years as you had worked to help unravel the mess that was Columbian drug trafficking. In one, you and Javi and Feistl stood together surveying a map spread on the hood of a Jeep, most likely either pre- or post- op. In another, you were escorting a minor drug crony from a building, his hands behind his back, your hand firmly on his shoulder and your torso covered in a sturdy tac vest. The others were similar and at the bottom of the small pile of clippings, you found a polaroid photo.

It was another picture of you, but in this one you were sitting amongst a small group of co-workers. Despite the others in the picture, you were framed at the center, clearly the focus of the photographer. You remembered this night from over a year ago: It was Van Ness’’s birthday and you and several other colleagues had pitched in to buy him a Polaroid camera like the one that would have taken this picture. It had been a good night out, a fun dinner with margaritas and beer flowing. As everyone got more silly and giggly and loose, the camera had been passed around and each person had taken a turn snapping a photo. You vaguely remembered glancing across the table just as the snap from this photo being taken had reached your ears and noticed Peña lowering the camera from his face, removing the picture from the roller as it slid from the device, growling something to the person next to him as he passed the camera. You hadn’t thought anything of it, thinking your partner had just taken a wide shot of you and your colleagues across the table. All of the photos had been collected at the end of the evening and presented to Van Ness, who had spread them all out on the table for everyone to giggle and admire one another’s silly faces and poses.

The realization struck you that your husband must have kept the photo he had taken that night, a photo with you at it’s center. It was worn, smudged along the edges and showing creases and a small tear in one corner. Clearly it was handled regularly.

“Hey.” The gruff rasp of your husband’s voice startled you and you looked up at him guilty. “You ready to get outta here…?” He stopped short when he saw the book in your hand, the clippings on the desk, the photograph in your other hand.

“I’m sorry!” Your first instinct was to apologize; clearly this wasn’t something he wanted people to see. “I didn’t…” You quickly moved from being apologetic to feeling tears well up in your eyes as you remembered: “even though this marriage didn’t work out”...from “Sofia”. You looked up at him. “Javi?” You could only choke out his name by way of question.

Javi’s face transformed to worry when he heard your voice say his name. He moved quickly to crouch next to you in his desk chair.

“Hey, hey...it’s ok. What is it? Whatsa matter?” He put a callused hand along your cheek, searching your eyes for an explanation. You could only look back down at the book in your hands.

“Is our marriage over?” You asked him, tears starting to fall. His brows came together in confusion and he spoke softly.

“What? What do you...what do you mean, sweetheart?” You flipped back to the front cover of the book, smoothing out the note from “Sofia”.

“Who’s Sofia Flores?” You held your breath, waiting for him to look guilty, ashamed, abashed at being found out, but you saw realization flutter across his eyes and his face relaxed; he released a puff of air...almost a small laugh, and he stood, leaning carefully on the desk next to you, wiping a hand across his face.

“No. No, sweetheart...it’s not what you think.” He looked at you for a moment, studying you carefully. “Do you remember...do you remember me telling you about Lorraine?” You nod and the next instant, you feel relief come over you. Lorraine: his former fiancé back in Texas. He had told you about her once, one late night at the office when you had both sipped a little too much whiskey and started swapping stories about miserable past relationships. Lorraine: who had always put him down, made him feel like he was never good enough, a piece of shit, who demeaned the things he had found interesting. You had never met the woman, but you remember feeling that night like you had never hated anyone as much as you hated her for treating Javi so poorly. You also remember thinking to yourself that night how incredibly wrong someone could be about another human being. But then again, you hadn’t been engaged to Javier Peña….yet. Javi sees it click in your face and continues.

“Sofia Flores was my mom. She gave me this,” he gently takes the book from you, “right after I left Lorraine...right before I came here. She taught herself English with this.” He held the book up, pride sparking behind his eyes at the memory of his mother. You nodded, remembering him telling you how she had passed during his first few months in Columbia; it had been sudden and he hadn’t even known she was sick until it was too late. He hadn’t been able to get back in time to say goodbye…You noticed him swallow hard as he saw the articles about you spread on the desk.

“What about…”you gesture to the clippings, the photo in your hand. “What about all of these? Why do you have all this stuff about me stuck in here? Why don’t you keep these at home?” He looked uncomfortable for a moment, like he was caught at something somehow.

“I, uh….I just...I had ‘em tucked away from...before we were…” He stopped himself, seeming to think carefully about what to say next. Then he looked from the articles to you and then away again, almost shy. “I guess...I had a little crush on you when we were partners and...I just never took ‘em out of there after...things changed.” He took the photo from you, looking at it for a moment, then back at you; for a moment he looked like a little boy waiting to be yelled at for breaking a window with his baseball. You smiled up at him and his face relaxed, returning the smile with a small one of his own. He cleared his throat and straightened from the desk, returning the articles and picture back to their spot in the middle of the book and quickly depositing the book into a desk drawer. He held his hand out to you and pulled you to your feet. “Hungry?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, taking a step closer to him and keeping hold of his hand for a moment when he let go. He looked surprised by your closeness, then smiled down at you again, carefully. You stood on your tiptoes and carefully kissed him; a chaste, quick kiss lasting only a moment or two, but you felt a current dance between your connected lips, like sparks from an incorrectly attached jumper cable. His eyes stayed closed for several seconds after you broke the kiss and settled back onto your feet; you smiled at how in awe of the taste of you he seemed to be. Your smile turned into a grin when he opened his eyes and met your gaze, smiling softly back at you. “I’m starving, actually.”

You slid your arm through your husband’s as the two of you left the office and headed for a late lunch.

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You’re a fuckin’ moron, Peña! Javier had thought to himself instantly when he had walked back into his office and seen her sitting at his desk with the Rumi book in her hand. He’d panicked when he’d heard her say his name and seen the tears in her eyes. He’d quickly realized the confusion and had breathed easy knowing she hadn’t been angry with him.

Once more he felt like a creep when he realized she had found the articles and picture he had kept tucked away inside it. He saw her everyday in clearer situations: her beautiful face on the phone, tongue between her lips, determining if a tip is legitimate; listening through headphones as she giggled trying to seduce an informant; watching beads of sweat drip down her neck and the sound of her heavy pants after she’s finished running down a narco in the dusty streets.

He’s not proud to admit that he has thrown his imagination to any one of these memories on the occasion when he would not seek out a woman to distract him and he had instead unbuttoned his jeans and pumped himself to the thought of his partner. That seemed to have been happening more and more in recent months, but he hadn’t ever used those photos for THAT.

He kept these for the even more frequent occasion when he would close his office door, stare at her face and reread one of those poems for the millionth time, feeling when he did a balloon expand inside his chest with yearning for her...aching to hold her close to him and whisper those lines in her ear; truths about how he felt about her.

Now, he refused to acknowledge how much it made his heart sing as they walked through the outdoor market a few minute’s walk from their apartment. They had returned home and had lunch, no new memories having made an appearance with exposure to their place of work. She had been frustrated by and he had suggested they go for a walk, get out of the apartment some more...it was a beautiful day after all.

Now, they wandered past the tables and stalls of brightly colored pineapples, papayas, bananas, peppers and avocados, stopping occasionally to buy something for dinner or pausing for her to admire a woven bag. She spoke Spanish to the merchants easily, a good sign, he thought, that her long term memories were strong.

He discreetly admired his partner’s profile as she stopped to look at a bright display of flowers, enquiring about price from the kind, toothless, stooped older woman manning the stall. She paid the lovely worker and put her nose to the large white bouquet of petals and Javi felt his heart nearly stop.

She was so beautiful.

...It took him a moment to realize something was wrong, but when he noticed her stiffen and her brow furrow, he was next to her in an instant, his hand on her elbow, quietly saying her name. She looked at him...but didn’t see him for a few moments, her gaze was elsewhere, seeing something else. He knew she was remembering something.

“I remember…”she started, blinking her eyes and looking back down at the flowers in her hands. “Plumeria…” she said quietly. “I remember we were next to...a swimming pool? You and I? It was nighttime.”

Javi knew exactly what she had remembered. He gulped, saying nothing, not wanting to distract her from remembering. She continued following the thread of memory the scent of the flowers had unlocked.

“We were…” Her face flushed suddenly and she glanced up at him, then away again almost immediately. “...together. You...had me up against…” she gulped, the blush in her face turning a deeper scarlet. Javi remembered, too.

They’d made an early exit from Ortiz’s dinner party; she had feigned a headache. They had believed Ortiz’s lab was beneath his pool, the entrance through the pool house in the back of his home. While everyone else had been occupied with the forth course and an unknown number of drinks, the two of them had slipped back around the premises, creeping along the sparkling pool, trying to find some clue to get them into the lab, something they could use to get a warrant.

Javi had heard the noise from the guards making their rounds first, and he had yanked his partner by the elbow, pressing her back up against one of the plumeria trees, shoving one knee between her legs, gripping her ass with one hand and holding her head carefully with the other as he shoved his mouth against hers. She had fallen into the ruse seamlessly, recognizing instantly what he was doing. Her hands gripped fistfuls of his hair, one leg coming up to wrap around his waist, drawing her skirt up and giving his hips more access to the space between her legs.

Even though it was only pretend, he hadn’t been able to stop himself from growing hard...being so close to her sex he had found himself grinding himself into her without thinking, eliciting a small moan from her mouth. He had torn his lips away and begun devouring her neck, making her gasp into the thick, flower scented air and signaling their location to the guards. He had snaked his hand up the front of her dress and pulled down, releasing her breast to the cool night air. She had pulled his head down and thrust her groin along the hard outline of his cock and he had gladly taken the pert nipple into his mouth, relishing in the sensation the soft pebble made between the gentle ministrations of his teeth.

“Perdón por interrumpir, Señor Sanchez,” The two of them had sprung apart, reacting to Javier’s pseudonym, playing up the caught couple. Despite the act, though, Javi had looked at her as she’d straightened her dress, running a hair through her hair and he couldn’t help admire her swollen lips from his kisses and the flush on her cheeks. He had seen something in your eyes, reflecting what he felt himself.

That hadn’t been all fake.

“I...I don’t remember anything other than...us...against the tree.” Her voice snapped him back out of the memory; she was staring at the flowers in her hand sadly, grasping for more of the memory.

He didn’t particularly want her to remember what had happened next.

That night they had been found out. They had been followed back to their “home” and both beaten, separated for a time in different rooms. He had heard her yelling and had heard over and over the sound of crashes and fists and palms meeting flesh amidst the sounds of the same happening to him. He had shouted, too, wanting her to know he was still there, he was still with her, they were still in it together. Later, after the sicarios had given them both a rest, they had been reunited when they were dragged into “their” bedroom and secured to their respective places, whispering to one another, made to wait through the dark hours of the early morning...until Ortiz’s men had returned when the sun had come up.

The rest, he didn’t want to think about.

“Well…” His voice was gruff from the thought of how close he had come to losing her that day. “That’s something. That was...recent...just a few weeks ago.” She looked at him curiously, clearly able to see that he was reacting differently to the memory of them kissing passionately beneath a plumeria tree. She said his name, a question filling the sound. He looked at her and forced a small smile. “That’s good.” He said quietly, reaching for her hand. “C’mon. Let’s go home.”

Javier laid awake in the darkness of the living room, trying not to think about that night again for the millionth time. The blanket was scratchy on his bare chest; he kicked it off of him and lay there, listening to the sound of the pounding rain outside, the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the apartment, thunder crashing and rumbling loudly. He hated that he would always have that memory of her, calling out, yelling in terror and panic.

He sat up….had he dozed off? He thought he had heard her screaming his name again, just like she had from the other room that fateful night.

Then he heard it again.

“JAVI!!”

He was down the hall and next to her on the bed faster than he could take a breath. She was curled in a ball, the covers soaked from sweat and kicked off of her, shaking furiously. In the light from a flash of lightning, he saw that her eyes were closed tightly, her face contorted into a terrified mask. She was having a nightmare...

...and was calling out for him.

He carefully placed his hands on her shoulders, gently nudging her, not wanting to frighten her more upon waking, but wanting desperately to rescue her from the terror of her dream. She screamed as she bolted upright, nearly knocking her head into his. He gripped her shoulders firmly as her arms flailed out around her, fighting against him.

“Heyheyhey...easy, it’s me….its just me. It’s Javi.” She recognized him after a moment, and he continued to murmur that he was there, that she was ok, that he had her, that it had just been a bad dream; she flung herself into his arms. He held her against him, soothing her, whispering to her like she was a child, feeling her body shake. He felt warm, wet drops on his chest and knew she was crying. He gripped his arms around her more tightly, trying with all of his might to will her peace, a feeling of being safe.

They stayed that way for a long time, him stroking her hair, murmuring into her ear, rocking her gently against him. Finally, he felt her take a shaky breath and she whispered against his chest:

“It felt so real. I was tied to a bed and...there was a man...he was trying to…” her voice choked into a sob once more and he felt the tears start to wet his chest again.

“Shhhhh….shhhhhh. It’s ok.” His voice was hoarse from sleep, cigarettes, fear...memories. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” He buries his face in her hair and breathes her name. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ve got you.”

More time passes. Her breathing settles and her tears dry, but he continues to hold her. He feels the tension in her body release itself, little by little and she takes a deep, shaky breath before pulling back to look at him. The room is still dark and the rain still pours down outside, but the thunder has passed, is getting softer.

“It was just a nightmare.” She whispers, almost to herself.

He can’t bring himself to correct her; that it was a memory. Not tonight, he thinks.

She’s staring into his chest, appearing to think about something carefully. He moves to unwrap himself from her, to settle her back into bed, but she grips his forearms firmly, stopping him from pulling away.

“Stay.” She breathes and he almost doesn’t hear it. He thinks for a moment, telling himself he shouldn’t. It’s not a good idea. But then she lifts her eyes to meet his and in the near darkness he sees them sparkle and she whispers: “Please. Stay with me.”

He doesn’t say anything. He just carefully bores her backwards until she’s lying on her back, her head on her pillow. He hovers above her, gazing down at her like a lover...like a husband might do before kissing his wife and bringing her to ecstasy…

...He shifts himself to lie next to her, behind her and he pulls her back against his chest, feeling her legs move to tangle with his. He reaches down to straighten the sheets and pulls them over top of both of them, then wraps his arms around her. He listens to her breathing get heavier and slow and he’s sure she must be asleep. Just as he thinks about closing his own eyes, she turns and rolls to face him, wrapping her own arms around him, too and burying her face in his neck. He’s sure she can feel his pulse pounding frantically, but she simply sighs softly, her breath skimming across his skin. Her breathing slows and deepens once again. She’s asleep.

Javi sighs, remembering the taste of her lips during that sweet, innocent kiss in his office earlier that day. Closing his own eyes, he buries his face in her hair, drifting off to sleep with the weight of her in his arms.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

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